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They said that being perfect is the most wonderful thing a single person could get as a definition. How wonderful a person could be if they already had most of the people's wants or dreams to have in almost all aspects?
Even in relationships. Being a perfect couple and such—isn’t it amazing to have a perfect partner with all sought traits most people seek with their significant other?
However, some also said that being perfect is not what all of you think. And that’s Junhui, the one who can prove it.
Minghao placed the plate with a slice of choco-strawberry cake paired with my favorite drink of java chip on our table which surprised me as he got my go-to order in every cafe I visit.
This is the first time we’ll eat together and I haven’t told him anything about me yet.
“Sorry. You must feel creeped out.” He suddenly said when I stared at the food in front of me. “I know your favorites as I always hear you order this. If you’re not aware, which I’m sure by your reaction, we always bump into each other whenever in a cafe here in town.”
I have a huge crush on him, if not yet obsessed by this point. So why would I feel creeped out if he should be the one who feels that way to me? Hmm.
I always thought, it’s impossible for him to notice me even though I always follow him whenever. Just like what he said, we always bumped with each other. It’s not accidental. At least for me, but he doesn’t need to know that though.
“No, it’s fine. I like that you noticed.” I smiled at him which he returned. His smile is really beautiful, I really like it.
Minghao. The most famous boy on our campus for not having his flings in a relationship but I happened to bag him when he finally noticed me after months anyway.
That’s the start of everything.
We’re almost three years now and during those times, he’s the sweetest. He never changed. He feels like my favorite teddy bear when I was a child that needs to be always by my side to feel at ease and be in my most comfortable place.
“You guys are inseparable.” One of my friends said.
They often told me that I got so lucky having Minghao as my boyfriend and that it was never hard for me to be with him despite not having any experience in a relationship at all. I am really the luckiest.
I’m his first. What can I say? I always get what I want. No matter how.
“Hi pretty,” He called me names which always, always gives me butterflies. It’s different every time and I love all of it.
“Hi, done with work?” My voice sounds raspy, like it’s my first time talking today.
He works in my father’s company now replacing me.
I told him one time that I don’t want to work anymore because of frustration in paperworks plus the pressure that my parents were so great building an empire and keeping it the most successful through the years even though they never forced me to work for them. I just really want to give them a payback for raising me having the most comfortable life as a kid until now, but Minghao cried for me and saw how I struggled too much so he decided to takeover my position in the company just to give me the rest and peace I deserved, his words not mine.
“Yes.” He kissed my nose and I almost feel like I’m on cloud nine because of how gentle it is. “I prepared dinner. You weren’t answering my calls and texts the whole afternoon so I guess you slept the whole day.”
I thought he’ll scold me but, “ Did you get the rest you needed, my love?” Yeah, of course he won’t.
I love him too much.
It’s been three years.
Three whole years.
“After you eat, you can leave the plates on the table. I’ll sort it while you do your night skincare, baby.”
How did I become like this?
When did I ever have this kind of emotions and thoughts?
When did I ever become a person who feels empty despite having all the things I needed? Even having the luxury to get what I want without any sweat or giving too much effort?
It’s been three years.
How come living in the best world with the perfect man like him felt like numbness now.
“You’re spacing out. Again.”
Minghao then got the plate I am holding in my right hand and utensils in my left then took me around to face him.
“Are you okay?” His face says that he’s been troubling with my actions a lot and it bothers him too much. Oh, my ever loving boyfriend. He’s that transparent when it comes to me and of course he’ll feel worried.
About me.
About me being a different person lately.
It’s been three years.
Him asking if I’m okay almost made me want to throw myself in his arms and cry like a little baby who’s hungry and wanted food to get sated. Only that, food is not the one I needed, but answers to my questions.
“How come you only ask if I’m okay but never question me what’s happening?”
“I know you’ll tell me without asking if you’re ready to talk it out.”
So perfect and it’s been three damn years.
This man always knows what to say in every given situation. He always knows what to do when things are getting complicated. He always had solutions to every problem he encountered and mind you, that’s a long term solution. He never missed taking care of me. He never missed being the best boyfriend to me. He never cheats. He did not lack in communicating his thoughts. His silliness when being playful to make me smile. His protectiveness. Him being my boyfriend, parents, and bestfriend in one form. His never-changing effort when it comes to my whims.
He loves me so much.
He’s the only one who can give me comfort in any way possible but here I am sinking in my own delusions and his warmth is not the one I needed right now. I should have never asked for it in the first place.
I need him to be cold.
I need him to not say the right words.
I need him to stop giving me space and time whenever I have these kinds of debate within myself.
I need him to slap me the reality that he’s not the person I am painting him to be.
I need him to vanish.
It’s been three years.
“You’ve become too perfect.”
He smiled that almost fooled me it’s real. “Of course.”
“This is what you wanted right?”
How come?
He’s just the perfect famous boy for not having a relationship with his flings in highschool and we happen to bumped with each other one time in some cafe in town.
This world I created inside my mind has been too dreamy that I feel like living in it for a lifetime.
How come this imagination feels like reality that I’ve lived for it for three years now.