Prompt: Perfect.
Have you ever thought of perfect? How some say it just doesn't exist, at all? I have, many times. Enough to say that it exists as much as the heroes of black and white, as much as night and day, as much as you and me.
I, White, have thought about perfection many times and have speculated how true perfection actually is or not.
Have you? I thought so.
I remember when all I thought was about my work, my life, little Gigi and me.
When all I thought was about what everyday was and is, what the director might say, what clients I would get, only about the agency and myself. And how sad my life utterly was without any spice or sweetener to coat it.
Then I met a certain boy on the set and I remember when his Galvantula found the culprit of the accident. I remember when I met Black.
I thought: "Perhaps he can be of help, be the perfect fit for an assistant." Of course, I had never thought that "perfect" wasn't the word to describe his job as my employee.
I began to talk about him to my friends. A lot. That's when I began speculating the meaning of perfect.
What was perfect? Better yet, what was it to me? To the world? To him?
I couldn't hold it. I just couldn't.
I asked him. And he answered: "Well personally, I think perfect should be used only to describe something or someone who complements the other just right. You know?" I became stunned. I blushed at his tone of "someone". Black was right. But what was it to me?
When we became a couple, I became completed.
I can't describe it, but it's more or less like this.
The perfect ribbon,
around the perfect wrapper,
around the perfect gift,
for that special someone.
Perfect should only be used when the time is right.