She looks at him as she thinks to herself, no one is perfect. They are sitting on the sofa side by side, managing to keep their hands of each other. She feels like things are different now. They've come so far and she finally feels like she truly matters to him. He wanted to talk tonight, to reassure her, let her know he's fully committed to her. Still, she knows it won't be that easy... No one is perfect, she can't expect him to be. As he holds her in his arms, whispering how much he wants her, she closes her eyes and responds the best way she knows to... He kisses her and tells her not to worry about anything. How wonderful he thinks she is and how lucky he is to have her. She thinks to herself that he may not be perfect but he is her imperfect man. He's always had her and he always will.