It's a folly to both wish for perfection and hope that it'll actually come true.
But can't a man make plans without something or someone somewhere just coming in and fucking things up?!
Just one perfect day; at least, one that goes according to plan. That's all I ask.
Sigh.
Gosh, I love you.
EDIT: I'm sorry if this post (or anything else I did, for that matter) made you feel the way you did. But really, it ain't your fault. Believe me, it isn't.