I don't
believe
in perfection.

I just
don't.

What I do believe in
is this moment-
this here.
This now.

The look
in your eyes.
The feeling of
your skin
against mine.

-I wasn't so sure
what love was
until
I had to live
without.-

Each
and every
time I see you
it is like a
journey
through time.

To when
we first
met.
To when
we will
eventually
depart.

But when
we are together
It appears
that we are
one

-perfect-