What's meant to be will always find a way.

Perfection isn't an illusion.

I met it, held it in my hands.

But then it slipped right through.

Perfection isn't an illusion.

It's elusive, cleverly evasive, and, in many ways, a horrible tease.

I'm not a man to be toyed with.

Quiet, thoughtful, and even sometimes careful,

but never someone to taunt.

Even the most controlled men have a breaking point.

I just met mine.

Why mess with perfection?

You don't.

Unless perfection messes with you.