Paper Perfection

Love, Lucy Rebecca

A few months ago I met the first person who I would describe as ‘perfect on paper’. I’ve heard this term thrown around many times but have never quite understood how a specific person can be referred to as this. He caught my attention early on and I was taken with him from the beginning. He stood out from everyone else, not only by his background and experiences but also his manner. He seemed like the perfect gentleman and came across as articulate, highly educated and well-spoken. He was a recent graduate of Harvard law school (Masters), with plenty of experience working as a lawyer at multiple law firms in Auckland for roughly the last five years. Impressive, given he’s only 24.

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