you don’t believe in perfect, neither do i - except, you said something along the lines of perfect being happy ; maybe you meant that perfect is now, since there’s nothing else that it can be. there’s nothing else that we can be except for what we are in a singular moment, and every moment i’ve seen you in has been pretty perfect. in the sense that it’s tangible and everywhere at once, surrounding everything, what i see of you and what i don’t - it merely is, and that in its self is mystical, you are mystical, alongside moments and everything inbetween.