I´ve never fallen easily for no one. But I´ve had a "great love" in every stage of my life.
When I was 7, I was "madly in love" with my neighbor; I remember that every time I saw him I felt buterflies in my stomach... he was 12 and obviously he hated my guts! It lasted about 5 years of pain and sorrow (LOL).
Then, in my preteen time, when I was 14 yo I met a boy (he was 16) and ahhh... how hard I fell for him! and he liked me too!... I was in heaven.
We shared 2 wonderfull weeks hanging out together. His home was about 200 km from mine so, we kept in touch by letter for one year.
Then, when I was 15 and something, I received a letter from his sister telling me that he had died, he drowned. I was an afflicted teenager with a long-distance love... that ended up dead (Romeo and Juliet was nothing in comparison!) I swear I would never wish that teenager pain to anyone. The pain was so terrible that it choked me, obviously I tried several times to "go with him"... if you know what I mean.
After a long mourning, when I was almost 19 I met a 26yo guy. He was the love of the beginning of my adult life... I was no longer a teen but I wasn´t a grown up either. And I was attracted by him like a moth to the flame.
He was so tall, so sexy... but he was so f*cked up, so cynical that our relationship was worst than a wicked game.
That wicked relationship immersed me in a whirlwind of anger and vengeance towards all men.
I became what I hated, between my 21 and 25 yo, I used every man that attracted me just for one night pleasure and then I discarded them no matter what.
It took 4 years of lust to make peace with myself and forgive him.
A year later, at 26, I met my current partner ... He was so persistent that managed to penetrate the walls that I had constructed. It took me 6 months to realize that I had fallen for him and 6 more months to tell him I loved him!... it happened 16 years ago.
This is the summary of my love life (not my sexual life... that´s another story).
There was only one constant in my life, my devness and the guilt to think each time "what wonderful it would be if he were a para"
Hope I didn´t bored you too much ;D ... I think this is my longest post ever!
I think this is how you intended it, but I love that 'perfect' also means it is just right for you at the time...enough to make you happy, but also to to make you grow and learn about yourself. Kind of made my afternoon, thanks 