It's sad how I had near-perfection sitting in front of me for so long, yet I was too blind to realize it. I searched and searched for something that I thought was so close to being within my grasp, only to realize that I had it all along.
Please don't misinterpret this as something heartfelt or heavy. I'm merely talking about my favorite pair of jeans.
(This isn't the pair, strangely enough. But the picture's appropriate)