What does it mean to be perfect? What exactly is perfect? Perfect is just an opinion, but it doesn't exist. One may feel to be perfect, but really, no one is perfect. Why have a word that means something that doesn't exist on our earth? Well, there's humanity for ya.
Right now, I don't feel so perfect, unlike some people I know. I feel, a little unnecessary. More like, unwanted rather than unnecessary. As if I weren't here, it wouldn't make a single difference. I know, everyone tries their hardest to get me to feel 'wanted', but it's not working. At least not now.
Maybe it's because she's back, or maybe it's because someone is in love with her. Not just someone, a piece of my heart. That someone that is in love with her, had captured a piece of my heart. They owned it, and they knew it.
He always tried to get me to laugh, to smile. But even though it didn't reach the outside, it was on the inside. Shining brighter than the sun, and making me want to just let it show, but it never lasted that long.
Now a days, it's all about making her laugh. It's about how she thinks he looks, how she feels about tofu, or about what she wants to do today. It used to be me that was the key to his true happiness. It used to be me that he was always standing by. And it was always me that he never gave up on.
But ever since she came back and he's giving her a second chance, he doesn't care anymore. I stopped giving second chances a long time ago, but some people never seem to learn. They stay naive forever, even after they have seen the real world.
They just pretend that everything is all peachy and fine, but it's not. And they know it. That's what he is, naive. I tried to tell him, but he insisted that we not give up. But did he mean not give up because of her, or because of him?
He was falling in love with her; he couldn't stop thinking of her. She was his mindset, the thing that made him happy on the inside. She was the thing that drove us apart. We could have been something, but she had to step in.
Now that she's here, she feels like she owns everything. She takes over the things that I used to do, the things that brought him and I closer together. In battle, I'm about to put up a force field and she comes up and uses a rock to protect us. It was unnecessary, pointless, stupid, and yet, it made everyone love her more.
And she does the most irrelevant things. She'll just do things because she wants to, not to help anyone else.
Why would we help someone that has that face of such purity? She looks as if she's the most honest, most trustworthy, most humble person you will ever know. But she's not. But according to him, she is.
I shouldn't be jealous, I know I shouldn't. But things are so hard sometimes. When you see them together, holding hands or kissing. It makes my eyes well up with tears. When they ask you what's wrong, I fake a smile. If only they knew, would they care? Not if it means they have to separate.
If perfect were to exist on earth, they would classify them selves as 'perfect'. If perfect were to exist on this earth, I would classify my heart as 'the perfectly broken heart'.