You’re Still Perfect To Me
Shared by our popular Featured Writer, Katie Wilhelm.
I don’t know if you really knew how I felt about you. I’m not sure if the countless poems, letters, small gestures, songs, time and most recently, articles about my broken heart, have resonated with you enough to help you truly understand how crazy I was about you.
I will always love you. That’s a given and I hope you know that.
You’re still perfect to me. And even though we’re not together anymore, even though you broke me and shattered me into a million tiny pieces of worthlessness, even though we don’t talk anymore, even though you‘ve deleted me from your life, trying to erase your past completely, I still think you’re perfect.
I know you have flaws. And I realize that having flaws and being perfect cancel each other out. But I saw your flaws as fuel to love you even more. I know your faults all too well. And loved them anyway.
I stuck by your side no matter the terrifying depth of your disposition or intense presence of the demons from your mind. I was there for you in your times of panic and overwhelming sadness. I hope I was able to help you even a little bit. I hope I was able to put a smile on your face, if only for a second, during what could possibly have been the worst time in your life.
I hope you know how amazing you really are. I hope you value your strengths just as much as I did. I hope you see that you are a unique and lovable person. I hope the next girl who loves you sees you in the same light that I did. But I don’t know if anyone will ever look at you like I did, in awe that I could even be associated with such a perfect presence.
I don’t like admitting that I still think you’re perfect. I have moved on from you now. There are so many positive aspects of my life that have only developed since we’ve been apart; endless opportunities and a great big world that I’m currently out exploring. But I think about you a lot. I think about the way we were together. And how the happiest moments of my life were spent while your hand was intertwined with mine.
We don’t talk anymore. It kills me. However, I know that this is what has to happen in order for me to prosper and function in life. But I want you to know that I hope you’re happy. I’ll always be there for you because you will remain a part of my heart until the rest of my time.
And even though you have cut me down and killed my confidence and slashed my heart in two, for some reason I still think you’re perfect.
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