Everything about him, and us, and all of this, is…it’s imperfect! And those imperfections in our reality are the seams and the cracks into which our out-sized love can seep and pool. And sometimes we are annoyed, and disappointed, and that too is a part of how love works. It is not a perfect system, but…
Oh, well.
And so I resisted.
I fought off the vision of the shrouded figures and the dark planet and all that was perfect and I held close to imperfection.
To my imperfection.
And to my imperfect Carlos.
And I took him, and I carried him out of the cube. And we came up, heaving, into this world that will disappoint us.
Finally, free.
And he said, “Well,”
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I missed these two