Christmas in Bethlehem. The ancient dream: a cold, clear night made brilliant by a glorious star, the smell of incense, shepherds and wise men falling to their knees in adoration of the sweet baby, the incarnation of perfect love.
The perfect love affair is one which is conducted entirely by post.
We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.
We dream of the perfect wave, the perfect job, the perfect house, the perfect love, and when we get there, we dream of something else, and the journey goes on.
I really don't like when things are all polished and perfect - the perfect love story and the hair is perfect.