I have always been fighting for perfection. Get this right, finish that perfectly, make this detail flawless. But when I look into those eyes. I just fall so deep and I don't even care about perfection anymore. Your touch is making my skin cry out to be yours, to be complete with you. But who even are you to me? You keep on pushing me away to then kiss me again. You tell all your friends I'm just your friend, that I'd be like a sister. The next moment you come back to me and I cannot resist you. What kind of game are we playing here my fiery tiger. It's like a dance between us two. I take a step forward because I think we finally can be together and you take a step back, away from me. Then I wait for your next move, to get the rhythm of our relationship right. Then you will make your move to me but because I'm scared you'll step back if I step forward too, I'll step back. I can't stand this anymore. Everyone always told me to go for perfection. He is not perfection. We are not perfection. Despite all that we are complete with each other. I'll confront him. I take my phone out of my bag. I forgot it there after returning home. I see he had texted me.

"Hey, muffin, hope you got home well!"

He always loved calling me that because I used to be obsessed with baking the perfect muffin. But what he doesn't know is that I wanted that muffin for him. Love needs to be perfect according to everyone. I wanted mine to be perfect for him. I text:" Hey, got home well. How's you Tigger?"

He replies within seconds. "Tigger? Seriously? So childish of you. Anyway what's up?" I smile. This man is not flawless. I mean his weakness is when people call him Tigger. He loves tigers and everything related to them but just thinks he's too old for liking Tigger anymore. I know he still loves Tigger. I know that he'd never give up his tiger obsession, even if it made him imperfect. I reply:"Yep. And well I wanted to know about what we are? I can't stand this anymore!" Ding. Dingding. Dingdingding. Why does my phone get so many notifications now? It can only be him.

"You know we can't be. We're not perfect together. The test said no. Don't be mad. Don't just dip now, sweetheart. Please, I don't wanna miss you princess.", he sent. Right, that stupid test. Everyone gets tested before getting into a relationship. They need to check if they are perfect together. If not they aren't mean to be. We scored a 1%. Far from the perfect couple. "Fuck that test. I'm sick and tired of perfection. I just want you. I just wanna be complete. You make me complete.", I type fast and hit send. Ding. It stays silent. Should I check? Of course. "Don't make it harder for us princess.", he had sent.