We dream of the perfect wave, the perfect job, the perfect house, the perfect love, and when we get there, we dream of something else, and the journey goes on.

Your heart beats between the palm of my hand.
Its need to be
One with me
Drips
Between my fingertips
As I squeeze perfect drops of love into small receptacles to be preserved...

For later.

☕️

You're perfect, because you're not.

You don't love someone because they're perfect," she says. "You love them in spite of the fact that they're not."
I don't know how to respond to that; it's like being told after thirty-five years that the sky, which I've seen as a brilliant blue, is in fact rather green.

I think perfect love is any time you love unconditionally, without selfish intent, without concern for personal gain.

Love makes what is loved 'Perfect', but hatred does otherwise.