So Surreal like Perfection

It was perfect but the kind of perfect that only makes sense to us. He was inexplicable magic and I was compelled. I felt intangible, ineffable and I loved every minute of it. It was everything that made any dream seem probable. He was perfect. Whenever I said that, he cringed at the idea of perfection. However, perfection is the only surreal phenemenon that could begin to describe such a preeminent being.

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