As I sit in my room clutching my final cigarette after what felt like an ever so oddly short day all I can think is that it feels perfect. but let alone the concept of perfect doesn't exist all though it is all I can think of to sum up what I feel. whether it be the loving taste of my loves lips after sharing a cheap but nice cotton candy. or the feeling of completeness I get from just being around her. It seems that ever since I met her my life has just improved, like my world reversed and things are right for once. so yes, perfect would sum it up. but this perfection I feel is nothing compared to the perfection I see in my love. everything about them just screams an essence of just pure beauty. Aphrodite would be put to shame. I love her.
