An open letter to the most perfect person in my life. Dear Mr. Perfect, I used to think that you were the perfect person I could ever dream of in my entire life, so perfect that I could ever rely on your shoulders for support, so strong that your arms could carry my worries too, you were such a perfect person to get on who could lead my life to perfection too. But I could never realise that perfect things can never be attained but only imperfections tend towards perfection and that's how you would be perfect! Yours truly, Perfectly imperfect! Dear Mr. Perfect, I used to think that you were the perfect person I could ever dream of in my entire life, so perfect that I could ever rely on your shoulders for support, so strong that your arms could carry my worries too. You were such a perfect person to get on who could lead my life to perfection too. But I could never realise that perfect things can never be attained but only imperfections tend towards perfection and that's how you would be perfect! I see my hopes and dreams turning to ashes which too is slowly dread and fed upon by the crawls leaving no substitutes of you! I never dreamt of a guy like you because my footsteps were on a different path so I have never wanted you actually but I never realised that all those prayers of mine before the holy spirit silently included your presence. It was less likely to be a blind date than a destined one. But I feel we lost the same path where we accidentally met once. But now I want myself to lose those past memories just the way I losed you in each moment. I was never perfect. I can never be. I was meant to be imperfect. It's destined. I have to lose you. I have to be imperfect again. Yours truly, Perfectly imperfect!
