Storyline: The pursuit of perfection leads down many roads. A writer works toward crafting the perfect word, the perfect story; their perfect character is strewn amongst revision after revision. Is perfection even possible, or is it a contrivance, an adjective to describe what one wants but can never have. Can love be perfectly written by words or does it dwell outside the realm of an absolute? What happens if your work is reality, and your reality is your work, how can you make the distinction? How can you know that, She is the one you want.