In the end it didn't matter,
If she sang as she bathed,
Or left the seat down,
He loved her all the same,
The messy hair,
And bloodshot eyes in the mornings,
From too much laughing,
And staying up planning,
Their future,
He loved her all the same,
In all the hundred and one quirky ways,
He loved her and them all.
~Rei Shiori
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