Or Maybe You’re Just Not Perfect
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Apr 29, 2023
October 11, 2017
Email to Jeff
Something just occurred to me. I see you as being so perfect. And of course you’re not. But I can’t stop seeing you that way. Perfect man, perfect father, almost perfect husband, perfect lover.
But maybe you drink. Or you smoke too much pot. You write me some pretty obtuse stuff. I think you’re toying with me when you do that, but maybe it’s chemical, or maybe your brain is all twisted up like mine.
Or maybe you’re just not perfect.
I love you in spite of it,
Coco
