Perfection Unjust.

You could have been perfect. Well, that might be the most untrue answer. You were perfect. Perfect in everything justly. I just wish it were perfect I think. You loved what I thought was amazing? Maybe that's what made you perfect. You opened my eyes to such things that weren't there before? Maybe that's what made you perfect. You touched me in ways noone has and much deeper? Maybe that's what made you so perfect. You were perfect. Maybe could have been perfect is what I mean to say. Unjustly perfect. I just wasn't ready for it. It took me by surprise like some careening car blazing it's path for just me. I had no time to react. You walked in those doors and you were like nothing else. The lights dimmed, you were spotlight. I couldn't take my eyes from you. you had my attention like a butterfly has a childs. I was lost. Helpless. You just stood there shy. Smiling nervously. It was amazing. Perfect I mean to say. The doors closed and I snapped back to attention. You stood there neverously holding your hands in front of you together, rocking to your toes once. Your eyes lit up and were the guiding light. I walked to you completely uncontrolled. I was pulled in. We hugged we talked. And I walked to the back. I snapped back to reality, did that just happen? I walked back out. You were still there. I wasn't dreaming. There was an angel. you came to the back and we conversed. I closed. Then you decided to come along. Cool breezes and starry night. Semi-cold night and shooting stars. Everyone we saw I wished but one thing. It not to end. That amazing night. Perfect I mean to say. He talked and we all listenned. Hands were held between friends. Some to not let go. Squeezing and returned. I wouldn't have let go, just like the Titanic. All you had to do was ask. You had me from the start. Perfectly. We went inside. We laughed we talked. We became closer. the Sandman came and sprinkled his dust, both were tired and sleep was creeping. In bed. Perfectly covered. Perfectly joined. Perfectly together. Talking and conversing, giggles and laughing. Then it came. In the perfect darkness. The kiss. Shooting stars happened all over again. Those five perfect shooting stars. Held in place maybe even frozen. Sleep came and the night ended. That amzing night. Perfect I mean to say. That perfect night ended. Perfectly.