I know not everyone is perfect, but there is one person who is. 
For surely it is not me. But another who I desire.

Love can tear us apart and set us free, all at the same time.

in all seriousness, we have all been hurt and desire something or someone. The first paragraph is a metaphor. I am not perfect,  No one is. But what I desire is perfection in my mind.

Thank you and read on.