It was the closing day of the tour, the best tour of my life.

The new album had been a hit. The tour had been a hit. I had been a hit.

And best of all I did it with Dylan. My perfect, wonderful, amazing manager. I loved her with every ounce of my heart. The way her eyes shined in the light, her dark sense of humor, her beautiful personality. All of it was so perfect.

And so was my plan.

At the end of every show, I sang a short “suprise” song. Of course it had been planned months in advance, but for all of my fans it was simply magical.

Dylan had help me plan out every single one, except for closing night. This was my suprise for her.

So as I stepped on stage after my final quick change, and the lights grew brighter, so did the shining love in my eyes. The microphone grew slippery in my clammy palms.

The slow bass started.

Then the drums.

Then me.

“It’s an imperfect world…

With imperfect people…

Who want to be perfect.

It’s an imperfect world…

With imperfect people…

Who want to be perfect for me,

And imperfect me who wants to be perfect for…

You.”

And as the spotlight froze Dylan, whom was centered in the crowd, tears welled in my eyes. Because while I saw her nod no, I also saw the hurt in her eyes. I knew that she knew that she lost a friend that day.

Because even she knew I could never be just a coworker, or even just a friend.

So now, 10 years later, my album is still remembered.

“Imperfect” the perfect name for the album, and the song, that destroyed me. My career, my everything.

My Dylan.