Seeking perfection

I never knew what it was like.  What perfection really was.  Than I realized that perfection is just every imperfection being unseen.  Being seen as beautiful instead of a nuisance or a pestering reminder of something you dislike.  Sure I've thought I've witnessed perfection but not in anything that truely interested me in staying with. So ofcourse when I did come across an entanglement with it I couldn't break free of, I was not willing to let that go.  Many times I've been blinded by that feeling but never has it been this way.  Some fragments of it are similar but others different.  No matter how many times I see it, it's perfect.  Nothing less of what I'd expect it to be. I tried finding one flaw, one irratating thing that set it apart from the others but I couldn't.  It was perfect because it was real and it was real because it was you.