Perfection cant be defined. It cant be understood. It cant be achieved possibly, was what i thought. You only have a sense of it. An inkling that this might be it. The Perfect Thing. The Perfect One. And all your life you keep on waiting for it. Until you give up, and settle for something close.

The story is the same for me. All my life, i have waited for perfection. I never found anything, or anyone. And even if i did, there was always something missing. I mean, i might have wanted a lot. Almost impossible to find. But yet in my heart i had this feeling, that i will find it one day.

And then slowly i did find, that i have it with me. Perfection. For Perfection cant be absolute, only relative. This is what took time to realize, and not without the help of someone else. I finally understood, to find perfection you dont have to look from the world’s view but your own eyes. And you will find it.

When you do find and understand this perfection, life changes. As it has for me. For one moment, there was an emptiness. And the next it was not. Your ideas match. Your words match. Your worlds match. One speaks for the other. Words dont need to be said. Its a time so wonderful, that you just want time itself to stop. There is nothing more or less about the person. Everything in “ok fine” quantity.

And yet, for me, things wont always be so. There is a destiny, so blindly out of your control, that nothing remains permanent. No matter how hard i try, i could never be there forever. I actually dont know what i am trying to express, but it just feels like bliss right now. For me, this time and the next few months would be perfect, i know in my heart. Then why cant i hold on to it? Why cant it last? Maybe because if this perfection is for forever, i need to let it go. If rightfully mine, it will return, at the right time to stay with me forever and ever and ever.