You are my person. The one who feels like a kind soul, the one who shines for me in my darkest nights. They say nobody’s perfect — but who are you, if not perfect? It feels like the word was created for you. Only for you. It should be your name, but even if it’s not, I will always call you that — Mr. Perfect. You are everything to me. Truly, everything. Your heart is so warm it feels unreal. Your smile shines through the darkness of my life, through my hardest times. Your eyes always tell the true story, show the true feelings. Your laugh is music to me. Your words are sweet as sugar, but still always true. You’re no liar, no pretender — I know that. You speak your mind without hesitation, and when you see something beautiful, you say it. It feels like you cannot lie or you don't know how to lie. You are so innocent, so harmless. Do you ever think of anything bad? Have you ever held a bad intention? Mr. Perfect — you’re too good, too good to be true. You are my therapy. One look, one word from you, and everything feels lighter — even the darkest day becomes heaven with you. You are my comfort zone when everything falls apart, my safe place when I lose faith in good people. I admire that. I admire how you always look for the good in people. I admire your love, your care. I admire you, Mr. Perfect.