my perfect life isn’t some setup containing perfectly matched white sheets and duvets,
it’s queen bed frames clothed in king sheets sporting mismatched patterns and colors.
my perfect life doesn’t include posts about crushes and dreams
it’s secret cuddles before bedtime and entwined feet while we sleep.
my perfect life is a gallery wall made with all the portraits held by clear thumb tacks,
comprised of the art and life that made us feel deeply and love profoundly.
my perfect life doesn’t beautifully capture the light on the camera,
but it does capture the beauty in smiles and laughter.
it’s messy and moving constantly
going at a rate that always seems to catch me off-guard
my perfect life is all i never dreamed of asking for
because i couldn’t ever quite articulate how wonderful it really is.