Confused Again

How many times did I call you perfect? Do you remember? You should. So many times it got to you. "No I'm not". That's what you would say. Of course, nobody is perfect. Everyone has their flaws, their little insecurities, issues, etc. 

But you were perfect, to me. Because of the way you made me feel. They way you did things. The way you tried. Your effort. Your heart. Your voice. Your smile. I tried and tried to make you believe that you are irreplaceable to me. You are. 

Because you are perfect. To me. And I do love you, still. With all of my heart. Even after all of this. I do. Always.