Perfect

Donathen my love,
The last line that Nina utters in "The Black Swan" is "It was perfect". She is referring to the best and last performance of her life, but I believe that she is also speaking about the two sides of herself-the dark and the light. When she realizes that she is both, there is a moment of reconcilliation . Acceptance.  I have been reflecting.  When something is in progress; a relationship, a life, a love or a dance- it is not perfect. This is because it is in the process of  becoming. It is striving. It is changing , growing, regenerating or degenerating. It is not perfect. But when something ends and you are able to see the entirety of it- the life,  the growth, the struggle, the transformation (if such a thing happened and for you it did),  the finish-then you can see if it was perfect. Perfect in my head means it could not have been any better. Perfect is  that final touch, the cherry on the top of the creamiest of butter creme frosting. Nothing more needs to be added.  What we had became perfect. It was not always that way, but I can see that it is that way now. Are there regrets? Of course. But, what I cannot change myself, I will not fret about. What will be changed will be changed. The end is in the beginning, and the end was so graceful, so without ego, so absolutely gorgeous. It leaves me breathless and in awe to think of how you left.  A magnificent swan dive into the unknown. And it was perfect. And our love became as perfect as love can be, because at the end it was self-less. You thought only of me. I thought only of you. There is nothing more perfect than that.