Perfection

🎶 Read while listening to: “Rhiannon Bannenberg - For Stormboy” 🎶

Lately I hate perfection.
I hate the idea of a perfect love, a perfect partner, a perfect romantic life.
I don’t think that even exists. Maybe there’s a perfect second, but there’s not even a perfect minute.
I think perfection is making us unhappy. 
I think the “search of perfection” is just the way our fears mask out. Because it’s not that we are using perfection to make us better, to make us choose better. We are using the “unperfect” as an excuse, it’s easier to not open up, to not risk our emotions. We are scared of feeling too much, we just want to feel a little piece. That’s why SHE IS NEVER perfect. That’s why HE IS NEVER perfect “for you”.
We can’t handle perfect. It makes too scared.
That’s why we settle with the perfectly boring-safe-and-known person that just lingers, and share some time, and share some space, and give us some warmth to our little cold bodies.
That’s why I hate perfection. That’s why I’m searching for that unperfect girl with the crooked smile and the freckle in the wrong place. The one that has her mind in the space and her love misplaced.
I want you.
The one smiling while she’s reading this...
The girl with an imperfect life that feels confused.
I want you.
Not to fix you, not to brake you.
Just to love... your imperfection.