The thing about perfection is that it does not stand alone. That is to say, it is relative, as in what is perfect to you or for you is not objectively perfect. In the eye of the beholder.
We are all flawed. We are all perfect.
So, Burt was perfect. I remember some rough spots, some edges, some exasperating habits. And all that just added up to perfection. Burt was perfect for me.
this is our life 