It's the imperfections that make us perfect

It's the imperfections that make us perfect to another person. The way that someone might keep using the same grammar incorrectly or the way they may not understand everything. These things make another person more dear to us than a perfect person could ever be. The way they don't like their nose that makes you love it even more, the way that they sometimes break the mood that makes a situation personal, rather than some generic story in a book. The way people don't live up to expectations, but rather take off in a different direction that turns out to be even more gratifying than the original 'perfect' one. Or even habits that differ from ours, and even change our lifestyles. If people were perfect we would all be boring shells, each person the same, and nothing different. Life would become a sequence that we know all too well, like reading a book over and over again. There would be no surprises, and there would be nothing to separate those we love from those we hate. Everyone would just be part of a giant monotony. This is why we are human, this is why we are imperfect. This imperfection makes us perfect.