Perfection

She sat on the couch, tired from handling work all day. She was in London for a business trip to last for a few weeks, and her stress was not subsiding. She wanted to take a break for all the work, but she knew she couldn't. She wanted to see the love of her life, but she knew he was in a different country as hers.

She sighed. She rested her head on the couch and stared at the busy street outside her hotel room's window. Weary and tired, she wanted to sleep, but sadness kept her awake. She wanted to cry, but she knew she needed to be strong.

Her eyes landed on a small rectangular piece on the table. She picked her phone up and flicked it open. She sighed, no text or calls from him.

She opened the pictures folder, where all their memories were kept. She looked intently at every picture, reminiscing each moment as if it just occurred yesterday. She wanted to go back to those years, when things were just alright.

But no, she couldn't. She was several years away from their happy past. She needed to live the present, to face reality, the painful reality that he will never love her back.

It pained her to think that she is powerless when it comes to him. She couldn't do anything to fight for her love, and in return, she's broken into pieces.

Her love of her life will be married to the girl he loves, just a few weeks to go.

It hurts, because that girl was not her.

She remembered the time when he told her what he liked in a girl: beautiful, intelligent, caring, and with dignity.

She was very sure she possessed all that qualities, but he never noticed her nor told him what she really felt.

She was very good in hiding her true feelings. Even the absolute emperor never saw through her.

She stood up and walked to the bathroom. The lights were off, and the moonlight was all it took her to see things. She looked at her reflection on the mirror, examined her appearance. She was blank.

She stared at her likeness for a long time, many things going on her head.

There was this question she asked herself for years.

She was pretty, intelligent, caring and she has dignity…

"Am I not perfect enough?"