Perfection

By cleojan5

He lingers silently under the arched doorway, leaning, in a somewhat subdued fashion against the door frame. He looks directly in front of him at the figure on the balcony. Her long blond hair glints in the moonlight and she lets out a prolonged sigh. He watches as she absentmindedly fingers a strand of hair.

She is not pretty or attractive. But to him she is beautiful in every way. Her smile, the way her radish earrings jingle as she walks, the way her voice sounds. In his eyes, she is perfect.

Perfection is not something easily come by. Time and energy alone

cannot create it. He knows this very well. He has, however, always doubted its existence. But when he sees her, he wonders.

Everyone thinks she’s crazy, with her odd beliefs and choices of clothing. But she isn’t crazy. Different, perhaps, but not crazy. She seems to carry an aura of both distinction and respect at the same time.

He is unsure whether or not she knows he is there, or whether or not she even cares. Since his arrival she has not showed the lightest bit of acknowledgment of him. In his mind he concludes that she must not know, and he is glad. He has nothing to say. He only wishes to watch.

She stands, her hands resting under her chin and her elbows leaning on the rail that she is peering over. The sky is dark and she feels the wind blowing on her face as she is absorbed into the night. She feels his presence, on some level. She knows he is there and she also knows he has no desire to talk to her; she doesn’t mind.

She stars out into the forbidding blackness that surrounds her, and thinks long and hard. If only the world was perfect. Perfection. Did such a thing exist? To live in an unblemished world would be so… easy. Did she want things to be easy? Sometimes. The thoughts ran in and out of her head.

She finally raises her awareness and looks at him, tears glimmering in her eyes. He goes over to her, and she slips her hand softly into his. They look at each other and knew, no matter the circumstances, perfection is not impossible.