Perfection

 There's this guy. I call him my husband. He's sleeping right  now. I never sleep well. My mind runs a million miles per second. That is why I write. Sometimes, I look at him and think....
    You're perfect.
You're perfect for me. You get on my last nerve. You exhaust me. I hate you. You hate me. Nah,just kidding. We're in love.. We argue over the most ridiculous things. Then we smile and make jokes later, because we both know we're wrong. 
    I'm staring at you right now. We just made love a couple of hours ago, It wasn't perfect, not like in the movies. But what in life is? You really want to know what it was like? It was us, just us. It was perfect. In that moment, we looked into each others eyes and nothing else mattered.
I love you. I'm going to crawl into bed soon. I'll fall asleep and snore, you'll make fun of me tomorrow ,I'll probably get mad at you. Then we'll bicker, and eventually smile , joke, and laugh again.  Absolute fucking perfection. Get used to it, this shit is forever.