"Perfect"

Prologue

If you ever came across your ‘the one’ in this crazy world we live in, could he slip through your finger tips? Isn’t he no matter what, supposed to stay with you? They are not just supposed to pack up and leave you, when you’ve grown so dependent on them being there. All you feel is loneliness, cold, unsafe, unprotected, alone. Things that could kill; things that do kill: things that cause people to do crazy things, without a thought of what they’re doing.

When I first met him, I never knew that I would need him this much. I never knew that it couldn’t matter to me if he was perfect or not. I always thought my ‘perfect boyfriend’ had to be perfect. But when we use the word ‘perfect’ what does that really mean? And who’s version of perfect do we use? Societies? Parents? Friends? Strangers? Teachers? People that are dead and gone?

Perfect;

“Entirely without any flaws, defects, or shortcoming.

Accurate, exact or correct in every detail.

Exactly fitting the need in certain situation or for a certain purpose.

Excellent or complete beyond practical or theoretical improvement.

Conforming absolutely to the description or definition of an ideal type.

Having all the required or desirable elements, qualities or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be”

No, none of those definitions were perfect. Those were all someone else’s “perfect” those were my perfect at one time. But during this journey I learned the most imperfect person could be the most perfect.

This light brown hair, caramel eyed boy, a few freckles on his face, and tattoos in the weirdest places, of things you wouldn’t expect but with the deepest meanings you would never think of with those weird tattoos of his. He made me fall in love with his imperfections. Not his perfections. And maybe when you fall in love, it’s supposed to be with that person’s flaws.

But yet again what would I know, as I sit here all alone in my room typing to whoever is reading this?

And maybe I’m sitting here writing this, because I remember it to well?

Yeah, I remember it all too well. ~Alison