I'm trying to convince myself that it wasn't really perfection; it was only what I was comfortable with. As in, once you get used to something a certain way, any other way seems "wrong." Like ballet technique: you get trained in Vaganova method, say, and then some Balanchine adherent wants you to open up your arabesque, and all your training screams, WRONG. And you don't even want to try it.
So I'm trying to tell myself it's not that what we had was the only thing that can ever be right.