February 10, 2011

Dear Romeo,

I thought you didn’t exist. You aren’t perfect. You aren’t exactly what I’ve been looking for. You aren’t ideal in so many ways.

But you are perfect to me. I realize now that ideals are for children. The fact that you love me without shame, you hold me without revulsion, and that you give yourself to me freely is all that matters.

Forever,
Your Romeo

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