You tell yourself
and the other person
they are perfect.

You see no flaws,
where there are flaws.

You feel lifted,
and enlightened
when you're around them.

Everything is new.
Everything different.
No controlling it.

It is just happening -
like it was meant to.

They are just perfect
like they were meant,
for you.

You wait and wait
and ride the wave
knowing it should end,
eventually.
But it doesn't.

So you just keep talking
and talking about
the perfect, not so perfect,
perfect things you do
And they just keep
telling you what you
want to hear.

And you bask
in the light
of their gaze
like an estranged
puppy with a new home.
Drinking their praise praise praise
like it's water and you're ******* thirsty.