She was a chaotic mess to my diligent organization. I know she struggles with her averageness, but I think of her as not too anything; Swayze is my just right. My own tale of Goldilocks. I didn’t find her. She didn’t find me. We found each other. It was effortless. It was perfect. It still is. The good. The bad. The sea of ugly in between—as long as it’s us, it will always be perfect.
