This boy is breaking my heart.
His debilitating need for perfection so closely mirrors my own.
And I'm drowning trying to love him through it.
I'm sputtering out flimsy words trying to pray him through it.
I'm trying.
But this perfection beast in me still roars so loud that I feel useless at best.
A complete hypocrite at worst.
The imperfection of perfectionism handed down.
Heartbreak.
