And I didn't know perfection existed until I met you. And I didn't realize perfection was a lie until I left you. Congrats on teaching me 2 new things I'll never believe in.

Or should I say 1 because I already knew perfection was an afterimage chased by conceited men.

But I didn't know love was a mirage seen in the sand by shipwrecked sailors no longer able to return to sea.

But I'll chase perfection because I'm a dead man either way.
And I'd rather see your reflection in these mirages because they're the closest I'll ever get to love.