they say love is seeing an imperfect person perfectly.

they were wrong.

because the longer i knew you, the more i saw you, all of you. i knew your face wasn't symmetrical. i knew your teeth weren't straight. i knew you laughed way too loudly. i knew you stared at people for too long. i knew you were way too big and threatening for your own good, and i knew you knew it. i knew you trash-talked, i knew you swore, i knew you harbored hate in your heart with no regrets. i knew you talked down to people if the opportunity presented itself when they couldn't tell the difference. i knew you ignored the ever-loving shit out of me when it suited you.

i knew each and every fault and flaw, and i traced them into the undersides of my eyelids as i fell asleep every night.

but you were

still

so

goddamn

perfect.