Cause did I mention you're about to miss a good thing;
Like to never know how good it feels to have all of my affection

For some reason, I got my hands on a whole collection of love songs lately. It accumulated from those of yesteryears to the very recent ones from Kris and some oldies I found in my dad's car. Anyhoos I got them all transferred into handy ipod, Mimi. Too much of a good thing becomes bad when the mind begins to unlock memories that were stashed away in gloomy corners, making me in the mood to fall in love all over again-

In reality, perfection does not exist. Perfection is only perfect because you want it to be. Perfection is merely perceived, but who would fault you if make-perfect of the things that surround you? If you could, you would. I would. The eternal optimist, if I could be.

Perfection, to me, would be meeting a You. You would look like this: Floppy hairdo, unshaven, but not in a castaway manner. You would wear oversized flannel shirts, or plain T-shirts with charity messages scrawled across the front, and maybe a straw hat on hot days. You would wear flip flops, carry a knapsack, and wear exotic bracelets and each one would mean something, refer You to a piece of memory. Something, someone, maybe somewhere. Maybe You would smoke, maybe You wouldn't, but the weaknesses of a struggling artist can be alluring.

We'd stay up in the night to discuss poetry, You'd illuminate the metaphors or literary allusions that I've missed out on. Of course, I'd do the same. You wouldn't be that smart. Not in Literature. Some nights We may hold differing views, and maybe still hold on to the different truths by the end of the discussions, but that is beauty. On other nights we would do away with words that I love and deal with numbers that you adore. You would work on challenging sums and I would watch in amazement.

We'd fall asleep while talking about the things that make Us sad, the things in this world that could be made better. Less judgment, less confinements, more freedom of expression. We'd talk about places where individualism thrives, where people don't see the need to conform to societal norms, where people are applauded for being who they are.

We'd fall asleep with thoughts and hopes of change, and this is all the encouragement that We need to make it through another day with smiles that communicate so much joy, nobody would hold suspicions about the conversations that We have as the dark settles. The Happy Peas that aren't unhappy per se, but could undoubtedly be happier.

While We fall into slumber, We'll stumble upon dreams that put ideas in Our heads. A Better Tomorrow, they say. One day, they suggest. If We could bring Our dreams back home, We'd wake up in cocoons of clouds, like spiderwebs spun by a Higher Power that We'd still continue to question till the end of time. We'd come back with the Authentic Diary of Anne Frank, or hold Hitler's Mein Kampf in squealing delight and disbelief. We would come back with fantasies made real. It'd be a whirlwind adventure, wouldn't it?

We could be happy. I know I could be.
Right now, I think this would be Perfect.