Perfection Is Never Perfect

Pure perfection was what she was, with her size two waist and a diamond nose stud. Her big, blue eyes stood out the most; but her long, blonde hair came pretty close. Everything about her made the men stair, though she never caught the eye of the one she truly cared. What about her was not to like? She had a Cadillac Escalade and a Harley Davidson bike. But still he pretended he couldn't stand her. He knew who she was and that he couldn't meet her standards. He knew she was perfect and thought, to her, he could never be worth it. She tried harder to get him to see, but the more she tried the more he left her be. As time went on, both their hearts were breaking inside. He knew he wasn't good enough and committed suicide. A note to her was all that was found, saying she was what he couldn't live without. as she read it she shed a tear, knowing that her end was near. She was right, that night it happened. Everyone believing her crash was an accident. Until next year when they found her note, realizing her message needed to be told. All it read was a statement as simple as it could get. "Perfection is never really perfect."