You spend your whole life trying to be better, to be your best. You improve, you achieve, you endure. You wilt when I name your next thousand inadequacies, but you dig deep and work harder, all to give me what I deserve: a perfect woman.
You will never be perfect. You are doomed to fail, and only to fail, for as long as you strive. Success is forever out of your reach. You don’t stand a chance, and you shouldn’t. Perfection means you’re done, that there’s a terminality to the quality of your service. Failure means you get to keep going. For me.
You will never be perfect – I won’t let you.