dreams come true

                                    

                                          
Perfection, a word people insist on saying is not exists. 
Because nothing has everything, we always want more. 
Perfection doesn't exists because no matter what, in other people's eyes it would be different, so different. 
Maybe perfection is not a word, because perfection has no mistakes, it has nothing that is gloomy or wrong. 
But there is a kind of perfection we can all agree that exists, at least in some peoples minds,
And it's the perfection that is ours, the something that we see and think, 'that is perfect for me'. 
And now all I want to do is stand on the top of the world and scream "I found it". 
I walked down the stairs to smell the sweet charming scent I'm more then happy to wake up to, 
Long brunette curls were flying up and down in the kitchen along to the melody of Billie Jean by Michael Jackson.  
A toothy grin crept on my face as I saw her dancing around while making her famous eggs and toast.
"Hey honey" i squealed with delight while putting my hands on her waist as I was behind her. 
"Hey tommy" she said happily turning around so our faces were now a few inches apart. 
"Morning breath" I whispered pointing on my lips. 
"Couldn't care less" she chuckled giving me a peck on the lips. 
"I need to talk to you let me just bring the food" she said turning around and flipped the eggs in the air 
"Impressive, I thought you didn't know how to cook" 
I replied taking a sit in the table 
"Well I just realized that I'm pretty old and if I want to ever have kids I gotta know how to cook good" 
She said and raised her eyebrows at the word 'good'
"Well I'm sorry that I'm not such of a good cooker, but at least you're just 26 and I'm 27״ i pouted
"Fair enough" she chuckled raising her hands and brought the food as she sat in front of me. 
She was about to speak when I cut her by saying I can't take anything seriously with the music so I turned it off and sat In front of her once again and was ready to listen. 
"I'm so stressed lately" she broke the silence making eye content.
"About what?" I whispered with a soft tone. 
"Everything" she sighed 
"At this point even being myself makes me stressed, I feel like I have to be this good rule model but sometimes It's just so much pressure. 
I feel like I need to be what people want and expect from me" she said letting a tear roll down her face and hit the table.
"You know sometimes I just want a minute where I could not give a fuck about people's expectations and just do what I want" she added with a sad tone. 
"I know how you feel, it's hard living this life but you worked so hard for this and it worth's it isn't it?" I asked with a little smile 
"You did so much things that are unforgettable Zendaya. 
You are an inspiration for so many woman around the world you have no idea" I said taking her hand into mine. 
"You can go on a vacation maybe take a break from work, take me with you and it would be a great reason my boss couldn't say no to." I chuckled making her smile 
"Sounds about right" she let out with a chuckle 
"Let's go on a trip in the snow and book a hotel near"
I suggested letting go of her hand and opening my phone to find some deals. 
"I'm in" she replied taking a bite from her cold by now eggs and toast. 
I smiled and booked us a hotel
"I got us something nice, you know we work hard." I said raising my eyebrows but bursting into laughter because of how stupid that was, she laughed too and gave me hug, that's my perfection. 
"So a lot of view huh?" I asked Zendaya as all we could see was just the plain shade of white presents as the snow. 
"So many details" she answered sarcastically making me giggle. 
"My feet hurt like a lot" I said turning to face her. 
"I would agree with you but I can't even feel it anymore" She joked putting her hands in her pockets. 
"let's sit and have a break" I suggested causing her to nod with a smirk. 
"There's no where to sit?" She said as a question while looking for a bench. 
"Let's sit on the snow shall we?" I asked taking her hand into mine and sitting down on the cold snow
"Great Tom now I can't feel my ass either" she said sarcastically and playfully hit me. 
"You know I just realized it's not a good spot to sit at, let's go over there" I said pointing at an area in front of us. 
"I don't know what you see because every area here literally looks the same, plain and white but sure" she laughed getting up with me.
We sat once again and she whined in pain
"What's wrong?" I asked her while she half laughed half groaned 
"I sat on something" she complained looking at my face 
"Well then get up" I laughed making her narrow her eyes. 
"That's a frickin box" she laughed in confusion
"Open It I guess" I said making her nod and open it. 
"Oh my god Tom, a ring" she gasped putting her hand over her mouth. 
"Can I?" I whispered taking it from her hand and kneeling on one knee. 
"I love you so much and I plan on do it forever, Zendaya will you marry me?" I asked and she nodded with tears, I smiled and slipped it on her finger.
"I love you so much, I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you" I cried in happiness 
"You are perfect Tom, my perfect" she whispered and pulled me into a kiss
Perfection.