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The Image of Perfection
Written by: Abandoned Dream
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The true definition of perfection is found in the results of imperfections.
The instant I laid eyes on him, I knew, I knew he just had to be mine. His violet hair, his crimson red eyes, his crooked smile, I wanted everything. He was just too perfect to let go. Perfection, to me, was the beauty of mutual love, the love with no flaws, no loopholes. Perfection, the one desperate thing I really would ever need.
For weeks I followed him, looking at every minor detail for a clue of where he would be. Each time would push me to the edge of hopelessness, until another clue would appear that would arise and my hopes would sore high. Love can drive you to such a state. Was it love? I convinced myself it was.
I wanted him to be mine.
And then after one fateful day, he was.
His kisses are soft like petals, and his embrace are tender but firm. He gives me the softest smiles, and some of the most beautiful of gifts. At first I was deeply convinced that my dreams have finally come true, that I had finally reached the peak of perfection.
Love's a funny thing. It can drive you one way and then turn around on you the next.
It didn't take me long to realize that love isn't all it's hyped up to be.
Beneath the embraces and soft kisses, he would be with me physically but never emotionally. As much as I enjoyed every minute with him, his actions were empty as if his heart never really agreed with his body. In his eyes I saw that he did really care for me, worry for me, and like me..
…but deeper still I never saw love. Those glances, he only saved for her…
He and I both know that she will never return his gaze.
His relationship with her is peculiar. All they do is bicker and fight, which would always end up with my sister frustrated and stomping away with her head held up high. But somehow, during their ridiculous disputes, his eyes would snap with a lively fire… something he had never been able to do with me. He was just so energetic, so alive when he is with her.
If she can never love him, why does he love her so endlessly? In plain truth if he were ever to have her… I don't think he would love her as much as he does now. In short, he enjoys the chase, the challenge. He never wants the challenge to end… he wants to keep fighting.
Why couldn't he love me instead, when I love him so limitlessly? She would never look twice in his direction! And then I knew…
He too, wants perfection.
We both know that perfection is unattainable…
But that doesn't
stop us from trying.
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A/N- finally, shortest oneshot so far… I found this uncomplete in my computer's recesses and decided to dig it up and finish it. I decided to twist it up and try a Risa thing. Reviews would be wonderful.