Perfectly Human

He was perfectly strange, this stranger was. He was smart and elegant and courteous. He was different and complementary. We fit like jigsaw puzzle pieces. This stranger was perfect until I came to know him. But that’s what perfection is, isn’t it? It is picturesque and Hollywood until we begin to examine it. Like all models, it is bright and seductive, but when we finally gather the courage to look closely, we begin to see its pores and blemishes. Quick to judge, we assume either the worst or absolute perfection and that vision crowds our perception.

He is rash, he is fickle; he is passionate and shy. He is lazy and risky and arrogant. He is loving and a literary romantic. He is messy and artistic. I came to know him, and he is still perfect: perfectly human.

Photographer: Pexels


  1. “And I remember when I met him, it was so clear that
    he was the only one for me.

    We both knew it, right away.

    And as the years went on, things got more difficult –
    we were faced with more challenges.

    I begged him to stay.
    Try to remember what we had at the beginning.
    He was charismatic, magnetic, electric and everybody knew it.
    When he walked in every woman’s head turned, everyone stood up
    to talk to him.
    He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn’t contain himself.

    I always got the sense that he became torn
    between being a good person and
    missing out on all of the opportunities that life could
    offer a man as magnificent as him.

    And in that way I understood him
    and I loved him.
    I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.
    And I still love him.
    I love him.” -Lana Del Rey “National Anthem” (Monologue)


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