You think to yourself, and as you observe every single thing that surrounds you.. and say that at that moment, your life is complete. It was perfect, just like your own little fairy tale. But what about the "happily ever after." Why does life always change? When everything goes right, something just has to go wrong. And when everything goes wrong, nothing goes right. What really is perfect? What's said is, when something good falls apart, something better falls together. So does perfect really exist... Is perfect even a word? If something better keeps coming our way, when will perfect hit us?

You think to yourself, and as you observe every single thing that surrounds you.. and say that at that moment, your life is complete. It was perfect, just like your own little fairy tale. But what about the "happily ever after." Why does life always change? When everything goes right, something just has to go wrong. And when everything goes wrong, nothing goes right. What really is perfect? What's said is, when something good falls apart, something better falls together. So does perfect really exist... Is perfect even a word? If something better keeps coming our way, when will perfect hit us?