Perfect.
Katherine's definition of perfect had changed drastically over the year and a half she had known Jack. Before the strike, and before Jack Kelly, Katherine had thought perfection associated with hard work, blood, sweat and tears. This had to be perfect down to micro detail, that had to be just the right paraphrase. It was always a vicious cycle of telling herself she wasn't good enough and it had to be more... perfect. After all it wasn't easy being the only female reporter in New York, and it didn't help that her father was constantly trying to change her mind and it definitely didn't help that Katherine was a little more that OCD about her articles.
It hadn't been till she met Jack that she understood the full meaning of perfect. Perfect wasn't getting your article published in the paper with out any mistakes. Perfect wasn't stressing over a sentence because it didn't flow as smoothly as she wanted to.
Perfect was Jack Kelly.
Perfect was his cocky smile waking her up in the morning. Perfect was his hand twined with hers as they fell asleep together on her couch. Perfect was his kisses, they were heartbreaking and soul fulfilling at the same time. He made her heart hum and her head spin.
Perfection was his imperfection and her imperfection combined. They fought, they yelled, but they always made up. So she forgot her deadlines and her irration. And he forgot his past and his anger. They weren't perfect.
But together they were perfect.
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