Human After All
We were cuddled in bed when she whispered into my ear, “You’re perfect”.
I rolled my eyes, cringing, wishing she hadn’t just said that.
One may assume that being called, “perfect” isn’t cringe-worthy. However, experience has taught me otherwise.
The girl in bed knew nothing about me except my name, the car I drove to pick her up, and some minor details of my life. Everything else about me was left to her imagination.
It’s her imagination that sparkled the emotions of her heart and the sensation between her legs. It’s her imagination that led her to believe I was somehow “perfect”.
In me, she saw a blossoming romance that would fulfill her idea of the perfect relationship.
This wasn’t about me…this was about her.
The girl in bed didn’t mean to say I was perfect. She meant to say that the idea of me most certainly was perfect.
Unfortunately for her, instead of perfect, she inevitably got disappointment.
And soon-after, she dumped me.
I wasn’t her Mr. Big, her Christian Grey, or her Edward Cullen.
I was JT.
Human after all.