Perfect Imperfections

Have you ever given your all to one human being? Not just yourself, but your time and principles? Emotions aside. When one individual will never vacate your thoughts and you never mind. The person you can see yourself with in more than just one situation. The kind of person you feel is the perfect fit to your puzzle. If you got this person, your life would be complete. When you can see perfections in imperfections, joy in sadness. This is not a feeling that comes so often in life but when it does, it’s not a feeling you would like to lose. I’d equate it to the feeling Shakespeare had when his plays were being enacted all over  England. The feeling Napoleon had when he was victorious in wars. The kind of satisfaction Mother Teresa had when she offered her aid free of charge. This is a feeling that takes any individual to a tranquil location where everything is going according to plan.

I have been lucky enough to have experienced this feeling in my life. If it never happens again I have enough content to put out for another lifetime to experience this from a third party perspective. I will just use the name I referred to and still refer to her as, my favourite or recently, the one. She is like the love song that makes you cry. Not because it’s sad. Her beauty is evident in all that she does. I will be honest that describing her is something close to a theory but my Math teacher made me believe calculus was possible so even you can be a convert. That is perfection fitted on a human body and given the ability to relate with the rest of humanity. I may be wrong about perfection but then again it is he who feels that knows. Scrap all that inner beauty notion people trying to defend their choice of partner try to propagate. She has visible beauty. She’s not the Brandy type of lady whose beauty takes time before it strikes you or the Nikki kind that carry their beauty in makeup kits. Her beauty is very simple with no artificial aesthetics other than her spectacles. She laughs at the fact that I am an Arsenal fan. But just like my beloved Arsenal and I, she has always been there through it all.

There’re girls you want your friends to meet and those you want family that are not necessarily friends, who are the parents, to meet. She is a mix of both. Her dashing looks are not something you can fail to show off. Her hand I can hold while walking. My hands I can wrap around her shoulders anywhere anytime. I can let her lean on me anywhere without any ounce of shame. She’s my kind of girl. Not the overdone Nairobi girl that looks like a drag queen or the shady looking Mombasa girl. She’s a Beyoncé of sorts. Beautiful but very well mannered. The kind who don’t air their dirty laundry. I’m sorry Kelly Rowland. Her personality is lovable. She’s easy on the words with a Toni Braxton tone. I wouldn’t expect a person who listens to autotune and Miley Cyrus to relate to my awe in the voice but music enthusiasts will understand me. Her soft nature is something I have not experienced with any other being. It’s like slipping your feet into velvet slippers, the comfort and cushioning is amazing. She makes me comfortable and cushions my flaws to make me feel like a superhero. Nobody has a responsibility to make you feel this way other than those that brought you into this world and yourself. The fact that she is there in such a way for me it’s only natural that I am so passionate about her.

It just happens that this looks like a dream to the world but all dreams have to come from somewhere. I am wide awake right now but I do know that this has happened in my life at one time. It may be in my dreams or from my subconscious but I do have a favourite. How reality and fantasy are intertwined I may never be able to figure. I just know what I feel for this particular lady is special and will never change. The mist in mystery is something she puts in the blur that I have in my dreams. Maybe next time I wake up things will be different.

About The One Potter

I'm not very different from the next writer. I'm extremely different. I don't just write, I live the life I write. I'd leave my number here for you but my email will suffice for now.
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4 Responses to Perfect Imperfections

  1. i sure hope this was me you were talking about:-)

  2. dizzybianca says:

    go marry that girl you hopeless romantic 🙂

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