Is she the Perfect Woman?
Does such a thing even exist?
Is she just fucked up enough to make me happy?
Who knows?
Not me.
But what I do know is that when I'm around her I feel comfortable. Content. Relaxed. At ease.
I can say what I feel and mean what I say and not hold back a thing.
Ideal woman?
Does such a thing even exist?
Shit.
Do any of our ideals really exist?
Are we just faking it?
I think that, perhaps, this may be the closest I've ever been to really loving someone.
For who they are.
And not just for what I wanted them to be.
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Ever the optimist, aren't you? If this keeps up, you're going to have to rename this thing Romantic Bastards.
In a perfect world, I would...
maybe she is what you want her to be. :)
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