Mr. Perfect in fact, is quite imperfect. He doesn’t have the perfect body, or the perfect job, or the perfect home or the perfect car.But he was MY Mr. Perfect.Accept of course, for all the times he was a piece of shit liar who took my heart through the wringer, grated it into little strips to top off his spaghetti and then said, "You know what, I’m really not that hungry actually…" and dumped the whole thing down the garbage disposal.

Yes, those times, he was very much imperfect...He wasn’t perfect when he lied all those times, to my face, begging me to give him one more chance to prove himself, only to turn around and do the same things with the same people... And he wasn’t perfect when I wanted nothing more that to place him squarely in the center of my universe and be his and ONLY his, forever and ever, while he placed me among other "collectables" in his life, choosing me and Only me, only SOMEtimes…Still, when he was perfect? He was PERFECT. Monumentously so… So much so that when Mr. Out of the Blue popped up in my life, showing me a different light, I still could not turn my gaze from Mr. Perfect. Because no one would ever connect with me like he…

No one would ever get our little inside jokes…no one would share our weird affinities... No one would like going the places we went and doing the things we did. No one would be able to kiss me the way he kissed me, or hold me the way he held me… No one, would ever be able to measure up to Mr. Perfect…Accept for the times when he was imperfect.And Mr. Out of the Blue, for what it was worth, put his heart on the line, and asked me to be his forever and ever.And I said no. Because he was NOT Mr. Perfect.And Mr. Out of the Blue, swallowed his pride and said okay. And still held my hand. And still wanted to be my friend.And I still pined after Mr. Perfect. For so, so long…until one day, I got hit in the head, momentarily, with the Common Sense stick. And decided that I deserved something…different.

And I inched away from Mr. Perfect, little by little… Until one day I looked up, and a great chasm has formed between us. I tried to fill it with the words of all the things I’d usually say to him. But I found when I opened my mouth to speak, nothing would come out. So I stared at him, from across this great chasm.And Mr. Out of the Blue, still held my hand.It is funny when you see things, from a different light.A lot has transpired in the short time from then to now… and I don’t pretend to know how I got here, because I don’t.And I don’t pretend that Mr. Perfect does not still tug at the strings of my heart…because some days, he does.