Perfect Love

Perfection and Love

They say it is unachievable. I have believed that it was for many years.

Life, mine at the very least, has been a constant struggle to achieve this illusory perfection spoken of by many, displayed by none.

I needed to be perfect, to please everyone around me, being good was never good enough, perfection was all that mattered.

It was not the expectations of one person in particular, but the cumulative desire for better that nearly drove me to madness.

We desire perfection yet we decree that it is unachievable. Ever.

Love is another thing that we try so hard to achieve, and so very few of us truly ever get to experience love in its true form.

I never thought I would understand either, would truly feel both.

Then I met her. She was my perfection and love, combined in a wonderful quixoticelixer.

She was a concoction so unbelievable that I would never let her go, mostly because I doubt I ever could let her go.

Life is so complex, at least this is what we tell ourselves in the struggle to comprehend the complexities of life. But in a moment of clarity, the enigma of life solves it self, the pieces of this “complex” puzzle fitting together, just for a moment.

When you find that person, the one who makes you feel like love is all around, a person that makes you use the word heart to define more than an organ that causes blood to circulate through the body. A person who touches the soul you did not think you had.

That is perfection. That is love. I would not trade her for anything in the world.

She is my quixoticelixer.