You're Not You

He was anything a girl could have asked for. Sweet. Funny. Strong. Handsome. Best part is, he was all mine. Would I define him as perfect? No. I can't even define perfection. No one could. Yes it can be put into words, phrases that can slip off the tongue like any vulgar curse word. But can someone be perfection? No. Everyone has a fatal flaw. Even him. When I found out about it, everything took a turn for the worse. Of all people, why him? I coudn't bring myself to believe it, but I have to now. If only the definition of perfection wasn't so precise.