Maybe love.

Actually,
It doesn't suprise me one bit,
to know that I can't see or feel you,
but I can love you.
It makes sense to me,
with my disjointed life,
to find love in akward form.
Everything in my life has truelly led me here,
away from stress to be with you,
of that I am quite clear.
And you aren't perfect but,
who is?
I think there is no such thing,
and it depends on more than one person,
to identify perfection.
Its perfect because I can deal with you,
we always understand,
and we can make it through.
I don't know why your the one,
because so many others too,
often anger me with the exact same views.
But i WANT to work it out with you,
not just get angry and leave you out,
why are you the only one who's
shortcomings I care about?
To mend I mean, to accept and deal with,
you know I wouldn't bother with another,
but you my dear,
you seem to be exactly
like
no other.