Perfection is being in your space. Having your arm around me.
Perfection is feeling your soft skin and gentle touch.
Perfection is hearing you whisper my name.
Perfection is your heartbeat.
Perfection is the way that you kiss me. The way that you love me.
Perfection is you. You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be you. THAT is perfect to me.
I don’t care what road we have to take to get there. I don’t care about the hurdles or the struggles.
I care that you are there.
My life is better with you in it.
Infinitely better.
Perfection is not money, fancy cars, fancy dinners (unless its pizza), or big ridiculous houses. Perfection is you in my life.
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