Perfect is something no one thinks they are.
Perfect is a term no one can give a good definition to.
I have a definition for it.
It's not you, it's not me.
To me, perfect is how it smells before it rains.
Sleeping on a rainy day,
Running around in spring haze.
Laughing with the ones I love,
holding your hand even though its clamy.
Claiming to know something you don't just to impress me.
Cuddling a pillow under warm blankets,
Making silly faces with my brothers.
Learning something knew in school and explaining to my mom.
Going shopping with my grandmother who I call "MomMom".
Reading to my grandfather,
who is illiterate.
I love my definition of perfect.
I wish I could give you a bigger one.
I wish You would tell me yours.