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Perfect Imperfections
She couldn't see it, and maybe she never would. But he didn't seem to care about that. Quite the opposite. She would look at him and raise an eyebrow at his leisurely smile always directed her way but he would say nothing. What was there to say when she couldn't see it?
What she couldn't see was that he had it all. He may have never received a Nobel Prize as of yet but he had everything he could have ever imagined wanting in life and more sitting right across from him, only one smile away.
And God was she beautiful. Her mind just as beautiful as her golden hair and observing brown eyes. Yet she still couldn't see it. What a mystery to entertain. This perfect woman sitting not four feet from him couldn't comprehend that each self-pronounced flaw in herself she pointed out to him made him love her all the more. For it was the flaws, not the perfection, he fell in love with.
Even right now she was mesmerizing him beyond belief. With a table between them with seven other occupants, he had eyes only for the woman subconsciously rotating a pencil on the knuckle of her index finger, a habit she had picked up in college she once told him. He didn't know what it was, maybe the unfocused look, maybe the smooth motions of her hand, but he couldn't understand a thing Woolsey was saying.
But when did that ever matter? Very rarely did the bureaucrat have anything to say of any interest to the physicist. Not like Jennifer whose every word held him captive from his own mind.
It was probably the tone of her voice - light, caressing - that had such an effect on him. Or possibly her mouth, the way it drew itself into a smile of sorts at the end of each sentence.
It had taken months for him to see it, years even, but that made him the lucky one. All of her beautiful imperfections - working too hard for her own good, putting her friends above herself, even crying herself to sleep on occasion – were just the building blocks for something bigger.
Then there were the times when all he could do was think about her whether that entailed worrying about her safety off world or an inability to think of any other subject. The CMO contained so many sides he had rarely seen that there never seemed to be a moment he wasn't pondering a new aspect to his Jennifer. She was an artist, a creator, an optimist, and an interpreter of the soul all in one. She couldn't sing, cook, or swim to save her life but that's what made her Jennifer. That glare of hers could dig him a grave faster than any shovel. And her kisses, they just about killed him with their tenderness, their fire.
Yet he wanted it, he wanted it all. Change any of this and she wouldn't be the woman he loved.
He was lucky to have it all, to have her with all her blemishes of perfection.