"...but you're perfect for me" "No baby I'm Not perfect no one is " she denies. And her beautiful smile turns into a frown "No but you are you're perfect to me" . I chuckle and she leans into me "Maybe I'm perfect for you too" she mutters into my chest. "You are. You are" and by that I knew that she is the only one who can keep up with me and my shit. Maybe, with all the imperfections within us we managed to be perfect for each other. And well who cares about the damn world. She was my definition of perfect. And he was mine.