The Perks of Being a Freak (Editing)

89. Nothing Lasts

In science, you’ll hear the phrase “in a perfect world” all the time. Especially in physics. “In a perfect world,” there is no oxygen, no friction, no gravity. In a perfect world, there are no obstacles, there are no forces. 

That “perfect world” sounds like crap.

I couldn’t say that I was in my perfect world, because it wasn’t quite perfect. In my perfect world, my parents would care about me and encourage me to do my best, not ridicule me for my shortcomings. In my perfect world, I was not a freak. In my perfect world, I met Simon in much better conditions.

But this wasn’t a perfect world, although being with Simon made it seem that way. If I had to choose between living in my perfect world without Simon, or living in the world I knew now, there wouldn’t be any hesitation. I would never give Simon up. I loved him too much.

So maybe this wasn’t a perfect world, but it felt perfect. It was my own little slice of heaven, surrounded by clouds of uncertainty and confusion. 

I wish that it could have lasted.