In all perfection life falls apart

You make it work and force it every day. There's no real beauty, just a
seamed mass of jumbled feelings. The monotony goes on and on and every time
you look in the mirror you wonder how you got here. You decided this would
be perfection. You decided this would be happiness. You got this. And you
wake to find all your energy went into forcing a perfection that cannot
exist forced, and an enormous amount of time has passed with every part of
life crumbling around a wistful idea. You. Break. Up. In every way.

In all life perfection falls apart

This couldn't be better because you have life in both hands and perfection
tucked in somewhere. Job is fabulous and you're life is going where you want
it to and nothing can stop you. Love is there and happy. You have everything
you need and you're focused on getting it done. But perfection melts under
the strain of you loving your job and life is taking your balance and
shoving it in your face. Perfection will not exist without your attention
and you don't have any. So you don't get any.

But not with you.

Our perfection is dirty dishes and laundry and jobs and homework. When I do
my homework you know it's an act of love for you. Your WOW is a painting of
our love because we occasionally need some time apart. Our life and
perfection exist while our life and perfection crumble and rebuild, and
crumble and rebuild. And it's amazing every day when I crumble and you
rebuild. It's the power of our forces, opposite and required by nature, that
keeps our hesitant, juggling, balance act going even in the face of
something that would normally send me reeling. Like moving halfway across
the world, away from everything I've called "home" or "family." And without
me you stay home and miss a world passing you by, faster every year. And
without you I never come home because it would be empty and quiet and sad.
I'm not a loner like you; this is hard for me. I need little but exactly two
friends, a sister, and a kitty. You give me strength. This independence is
in your moves, your words, your past actions. And because I believe in you I
believe in us. So, I'll crumble this home in Atlanta, if you'll rebuild us
one in Hawaii. Let's leave this life behind and write a new one.