What's meant to be will always find a way.
Perfection isn't an illusion.
I met it, held it in my hands.
But then it slipped right through.
Perfection isn't an illusion.
It's elusive, cleverly evasive, and, in many ways, a horrible tease.
I'm not a man to be toyed with.
Quiet, thoughtful, and even sometimes careful, but never someone to taunt.
Even the most controlled men have a breaking point.
I just met mine.
Why mess with perfection? You don't.
Unless perfection messes with you.
