Perfect
I met the perfect girl. She’s everything I could ever want in a partner and I’m completely caught up in her. It’s like GOD packed everything I wanted into this gorgeous 5’10, brown skinned, bright smiled, educated, and ambitious young black woman. To top it all off, she’s exactly like me….in EVERY SINGLE WAY. Perfect. I know her so well that I can see through her like a sheet of glass. It’s her mind that’s got me, not her ass. I think about her to no end, always looking forward to the next time we’re going to be together. When we’re together it feels right and I honestly wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. People search their entire lives looking for that one person, but I’ve already found her. I know you’re probably thinking like, man, I wish I could find that. At first I thought that too…but of course theirs a catch. As it turns out, “Ms. Perfect” doesn’t feel the same way. What makes it worse is how close the two of us are. We’re best friends and we hang out quite a bit. Now every time I see her, I’m reminded of what I can’t have and it’s killing me. Having something so close yet so far away is difficult to stomach. I’m aware of the fact that our friendship is hurting me more than helping, but I don’t want to let her go. Besides, I’m a big boy. I can suck it up, right? That’s what I tell myself, but I know that I’m just going to drive myself crazy thinking about her. I give myself false hope. Clinging to the possibility that she’ll one day feel the same. Knowing that it’s unlikely but praying that one day she realizes that everything she’ll ever need is right in front of her. Hoping that one day…I too can be perfect.
