Sometimes Dan would look under his tag on tumblr, and see girls posting about how 'perfect' he was. But of course, that was a lie. No-one was perfect. Not him, not anyone else - especially not him. They were too naive, too caught up in merely the image of a man on their screens. They only called him 'perfect' because they only saw the good bits. The smiles, the laughs, the funny stories. Never the tears. And sure, he'd joke about regular existential crises, but when he was hating his own existence, never knowing what to do, shaking with silent tears - suddenly it didn't seem so funny. But sometimes it was okay, even just for a moment. Phil could make it okay.

Ah, yes, Phil. At his weakest moments, Phil was everything he needed. His arm would softly snake its way around his shoulders, not needing to do much more than be there. And then the pair of tender lips would be right at his ear, whispering kindness and caring and how it was okay to just be, without really knowing what would come. Phil's bright blue eyes might be the only light thing about those moments, but that was okay. Blue usually meant sadness and giving up, but Phil's blue was only symbolic of hope and happiness. He was like a ray of sunshine in an otherwise dark forest.

Phil was his everything, he was there to share the good times and the bad. Phil knew that Dan wasn't perfect, but that was okay because he didn't need to be perfect in order to be perfect for Phil. And Phil was also pretty much perfect for Dan. He was beautiful, but it wasn't only that. His smile could bring good to anything and even more so his laugh, he was talented and patient and kind and funny and caring, and only made Dan feel all the more like a failed, pathetic stab at perfection. If there was such a thing as a perfect human, he would have said Phil to be perfect, but he wasn't naive enough to believe in that. He knew that Phil must get sad sometimes too, everyone did, but it was all behind closed doors. And that was okay too.

Phil helped him realise that you didn't need to plan out everything. You didn't need to know exactly where you were going, or how you'd get there. All that was important was doing what you wanted to do, at that moment, at that time. To be happy. It wasn't worth it, trying to plan out perfection. Because perfection doesn't exist and although you might in theory have everything worked out perfectly, that's just not the way the world works. And for that reason, Dan was happy to just be there, with Phil, and it was okay to be sad sometimes because mostly there were good times.