Written by Jacob Ibrag
Just stop. I don’t care about perfect. I’m a wreck
on my own and won’t be able to appreciate perfection. Not
yet at least, maybe never. No, what I want is someone broken
like me. Not because I won’t be intimidated, or maybe that’s part
of it. I want us to fit, to feel the protruding pieces align and realize
that we had to be this way in order to be together. The heartaches,
betrayals and lies we went through were all worth it because here
we are sharing this moment of realization that it all had purpose.
We’ll look back and know that nothing was wrong with us. That
the past was necessary because here we are sharing each others
space. I don’t know what perfection feels like or is, but
maybe this is it. Maybe it’s the chance for us to fit.
Photography by Anton Belovodchenko