Philosophical Monday: Perfection in a fall

I believe that when you are in love, you fall.  Fall into a state of vulnerability.  A state so fragile that the only thing that separates you and the hard cold floor beneath you is that perfect person.  Perfect in your eyes.  Though they may not be strong enough to hold your weight; nor may they be intelligent enough to strategically plan your fate; nor may they be careful enough to juggle your emotions – they are perfect for you.  And as they jump off the edge without hesitation and begin to plummet just as far as you, their perfection, is quite simply resembled in their fall.