you don’t believe in perfect, and neither do i - except, i remember you said something along the lines of perfect being happy, maybe you meant that perfect is now ; since there’s nothing else it can be. there’s nothing else we can be except for what we are in that moment, and all the moments i’ve seen you in have been pretty perfect. in the sense that they’re tangible and everywhere at once, what i see of you and what i don’t, a perfect moment in time - it merely is, and that’s mystical within itself. thank you, for all the of the moments and everything inbetween.