The author wrote as if she had met the one I crave, finding him perfectly secure, genuine and honest before her.
She noticed the same details as I, and it shatters me to realize someone sees in him what I do and she may have the chance at a forever.
Which means I’m expendable, just one in hundreds of options.
Ha! Not that I ever stood a chance, I knew the minute we met he’d never settle for less than perfection.
He wouldn’t need to, because he was capable on his own and I added nothing he craved.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Such sad words, Audrey. The hurt is palpable through the screen. And no one is perfect. Your special someone will also have to be worthy of your beautiful self. ❤️
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Thank you for reading and for your kind comment. Perfection has many layers. I’ve seen and felt a few and they haunt me. Fun being a poet. ♡
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If someone refuses to accept less than perfection, that is sad – this is sad.
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Life will lead me to whatever/whomever I’m meant for, as I have failed at trying to lead. Time to allow God show me.
This is a sad poem. I’m trying to balance the great with the challenges of life.
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You convey emotion so well in your poetry. Sometimes it’s hard to know what to say. You invoke feelings we’ve all had at some point.
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Thank you for continuing to encourage my voice. Happy Easter, Dan. ♡
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Happy Easter, Audrey.
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Mercy, Poetess, this is a sad one. Of course, “author” suggests a possibly fictional person, so let’s hope your real ideal is still out there and available!
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What I find perfection in, isn’t what makes the whole, just part of what makes a terribly beautiful flawed person my kind of man.
Sadly, I need to work on believing what I have can be perfection for another- at least a little.
Mostly, this is sad because I have witnessed his perfection and many sense it as well.
Thank you for reading.
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Just keep walking.
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I don’t think buying concrete shoes could help me get what I pray for, Butch. Learning to walk in stilettos is considered walking, albeit slowly.
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Here’s a song you might enjoy https://youtu.be/b8Z4SFc3uho
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Taha! Enjoy it I shall. Happy Easter, John. ♡
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Happy Easter, Audrey.
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Such sad words.💜
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Achingly so ♡
Thank you, Willow dear
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Perfection? If it sounds too good to be true…
Perfection is the one that falls out of a tree into your lap because the branch from which he was watching you broke.
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GW, your thoughts are lovely.
Do you supposed it will hurt when he falls on me?
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Objective opinion? No.
He will float like a butterfly gently into your folded legs as you sit cross-legged under the tree, reading a book and eating an apple.
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Just so you have your image of me correct, GW, I’ll probably be lying down looking at clouds, trying to eat sunflower seeds and partially choking on them. ♡
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Very good, very good. That is a more perfect picture for his soft-as-a-butterfly landing.
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I hope you’re right. Giggles
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Just try and believe in all you do
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Thank you, Daniel. I do my very best to do so, honestly, I do.
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Very nice dear keep it up
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Thank you
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