What's After Perfect I've tasted the true meaning of a perfect day, waking up with your arm around me, your voice the first thing I hear, your smell lingering in the air. No awkwardness, you screeched, held me and spoke, nothing special just regular words. You kissed me, not a 'lets fuck' but a random kiss. We didn't do anything special. We just stayed content with each other, feeding each other snacks, and laughing at each other. You watched TV as I lay on your chest with your hand stroking my back as I played on my iPad. I breathed you in and knew right there and then, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else, because right there and then I was truly content, happy, at peace. When you touched me or moved in for a random kiss, the butterflies in my stomach would go crazy. Now that memory is what keeps me warm inside, it's all I want forever, but I can't trust that things last. So for now the memory is all I have all I keep locked up inside me. Not wanting to share it with anyone, as I want to keep it pure and real.