Extra spaces to fit flaws into heaven

I was just inspired into an imagine that felt kind of new, or at least an image that if I have seen before I have yet to put into words. It was a kind of hyper reality that neither my soulmate nor I likely fully comprehended existed at first, thinking we might be required to sand rough edges of ourselves, in order to fit together. It's like I glimpsed in ignorance that this process would not be sufficient, and on instinct drew out the worst in each of us until it became too much to bear. But in the dust I had plenty of pieces to see a pattern, and made little pocket realities to secure these less desirable aspects of each of us, places where our flaws could still exist in full and free, without destroying the primary goal of union we shared between us. These extra dimensions were places in shapes where the product of flaws added uniquely to the beauty of reality, rather than detracting from or destroying it. In doing so, suddenly all of these things about each of us that once seemed so flawed made sense. "If I am no longer me, but in heaven, can it truly be said that it is me in heaven?" If taken to the limit, it seems not a single blemish was meant to be removed, we were made perfect as is, flaws can add flavor to the individual, it's all about the shaping.