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I knew the perfect person for me. He is not the best person of the world, but yes it is the best of my world. Little by little I was discovering that this person is an alive reflection of me, which seems to have be created to my image and similarity. I was giving myself it tells that I am not with anybody any more to taste that with him, and that I am charmed with quite what it has to see with him, up to this thousands of things that he says that he does not like of if same. I like it absolutely quite: I like when he smiles, when it yawns, when it sneezes, when it walks, when it is slept, when it looks at me, when it has just got up, when it is tired, I like it when he gets angry … I like his eyes, his hands, his mouth, his nose, his hair, his neck and so on...Each and every of this perfection and blemishes that it possesses are for me, perfect. Because of it I do not want to look at other eyes, do not want to seize other hands, do not want to caress another hair … it does not matter for me if they are better or worse, because everything what I want is in him and it is what matters.