There is someone that I know who is imperfect. Well, everyone I know is imperfect. That's not the point though. This person is so imperfect, in my eyes they are imperfectly perfect. They are flawed like all of us are, and they make mistakes- sometimes huge mistakes- but what really sets them apart is that they aren't afraid to admit that they have made a mistake. They take pride in the fact that they aren't perfect.
He knows he lies, he knows he hurts people, he knows he screws up big time on a lot of things. But he isn't afraid of letting everyone know that. Sure he may deny it a few times, but we all do. And to me, he is so imperfect, he is what I would call near perfection. Beautiful, pure, true-to-themselves, perfection. And there isn't a thing that I would change about him. I love him so much and every other imperfect being on this earth.
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