Friday, June 30, 2006
A friend recently told me that there is no such thing as the perfect relationship. Admittedly I was probably behaving brattishly at the time – disgruntled and peevish and suffering from the kind of impossible idealism that only springs from moments submerged in sadness. But I know that he misunderstood what I was trying to say to him, like he misunderstood so much else about me. I don’t need the kind of relationship that is perfectly flawless, I don’t want a coupling that keeps itself to itself. It doesn’t need to always stick to schedule and it doesn’t have to be perfectly turned out. I never wanted a relationship that minds its Ps and Qs and bends over backwards to please you. All I wanted was a shift from perfectly fine to slightly special – What I have found is something perfectly brilliant.