We were at work. You were cleaning the belts and I was walking to my register. As I walked there, "perfect" was playing. I was singing it softly to myself. And then I heard you. You sang and jokingly said that you weren't good. I was truly amazed by how brave you were to sing that loud when you said that you were terrible. I don't care if you aren't good or not. I just care that you want to have fun and love life to the max.















