over time

I've finally realized why I've fallen for you,
before it was so simple to say why,
why I didn't understand
and whenever you asked
I'd reply simply that it was because
you were so perfect,
perfectly you.
"That's cheating,"
you'd whisper,
"that's not a real answer."

Now I've realized that
no.
You aren't my dream guy.
Your eyes don't twinkle,
you don't have the perfect smile,
and you don't have all the answers.
And now I understand
that you're not the guy of my dreams,
you're better than that.
You're real.

Your eyes don't twinkle,
they shine in a constant smile.
You don't have the perfect smile,
you have a lopsided one with the cutest dimple.
And you don't have all the answers,
you keep me guessing and you lead me on an adventure
together with you
to discover them all
one
    by
        one.

You're better than any guy I could ever dream up
because I can grasp you and hold on tight
and feel safe.
Because I can steal your sweatshirt 
when I don't even feel cold
just so I can pretend that you're always surrounding me.
Because you're here,
right in front of me
and whenever I see you I just can't stop myself from smiling.
Because I can't stop my heart from pounding,
yet I can't feel anything but perfectly comfortable around you.
Because what I've always said is true,
you are so perfectly imperfect you.