The perfect person has to be everything: everything I ever dreamed of in a perfect package. This person must be beautiful, kind, deep, and interesting, and fun at the right time.
I don’t mind at all if you have imperfections, if you say awkward things at the wrong time. I love your beautiful flaws and I’m learning to love those that make me lose my mind. And I don’t care if you aren’t everything I’ve always dreamed of because that means you could end up being so much more.
The perfect person has to meet all of my needs at once. We have to connect on all levels, she is my other half. His job is to complete me.
I don’t need you to complete me. I ended up learning to complement myself, to meet my own needs. It took me so many years to figure it out, even to recognize that it’s my job to take care of myself.
I don’t need you to fill in my gaps. I want to share my life with you, not as two halves making a whole, but as two sets which create more together.
I don’t want you to be inevitable, to be chosen for me without my having my say.
I want to choose you every day. I want to get up in the morning and choose to have you with me.
You have not come into my life fully formed and just for me. You are my conscious choice and because I want you here I love you even more in my life.
Being with the perfect person takes no effort and it makes sense.
I don’t want our relationship to be easy. I want to work, trip and talk to you. I want to face difficult times and overcome everything by your side. I want to get out with you by my side, both hurt and grateful to be still together.
The perfect person understands me completely, deep in my soul. She can see everything in me and knows me, because we are one.
I don’t need you to fully understand me. I still don’t quite understand myself. And I want you to be different from me, so that we can learn from each other and grow together.
When you’re with the perfect person, there is no need to worry. The job is done.
I want to ride the roller coaster of life with you, experience the rise and fall, the good times, and the bad times.
I don’t want the story to end when it begins. I want to write chapter after chapter with you, turn each new page and let the twists surprise us.
