"I adore you so much!"

"I think you adore to adore me more than you actually adore me."

"...Ha, what are you talking about?"

"You clearly know what I'm talking about."

"Well, what if that was actually the case?"

"...Nothing."

I, sometimes, really wonder if that matters, are these imperfections part of the beauty of life? But what if I can't convince myself to accept these incompleteness? What should I do? ...and this is the biggest question in my life right now. I'm not sad, but I'm not happy either. Over two years have gone by and I still haven't found an answer...