You are not too much, not at all. Not for me. I know you have flaws, but you misunderstand me. I adore your imperfections. I love that you are impulsive and headstrong and you speak without thinking first. And I love that you are so curious that sometimes it gets you into trouble. I knew it the minute I walked into the kitchen and found you burning the rice to dance with my daughter. Those flaws are what I adore. When I say you’re perfect, I don’t mean that perfection defines you. I mean you define perfection.”
