Perfection. An idea we put in our head. Something or someone so ideal, that this high standard cannot be achieved. From a young age, I began to learn my lessons on perfection. My friends weren't perfect, my parents weren't perfect, neither was I. "Nobody's perfect" became a cliche saying. So much so, Hannah Montana's "Nobody's Perfect" became my jam.

Just like everyone else in my life, my boyfriend is not "perfect". But just like all of the other people in my life, he is "perfect" for me. My boyfriend makes me strive to be a better person. His idiosyncrasies make him who he is and make him my best friend. My idiosyncrasies make me who I am. Without these, our relationship would not work.

For example, I will eat anything you put in front of me. My boyfriend is a bit pickier. Despite how this could be annoying at times, it is always fun to guess which one of his "usuals" he is going to order. I am a complete rule-follower, he is a bit more care-free and isn't afraid to break the status quo. If our relationship was in my hands, we would do nothing adventurous. He is very particular when it comes to how he likes things done. On the other hand, I could care less. He's very organized and I am a slob.

These differences we have are what drive us together. We may not be perfect, especially if you were to judge us off of a piece of paper. But somehow, we work together. When I am unable to function do to stress, I have someone right by my side pushing me to relax and vice versa.

Nobody is going to the most "perfect" human. But love is accepting the person for all of their flaws and idiosyncrasies and not trying to change them. My boyfriend may not be perfect, but he is perfect for me. The people in my life may not be perfect, but they are perfect for me. I am definitely not perfect, but I am perfect for the people who matter in my life.