The MO was perfect, so it seemed like the same person.

We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.

When they stopped him, he admitted to pointing the gun at the other car.

When they got there, they noticed (Antone) was inside his apartment and was stabbing something with a large knife.

We come to love not by finding a perfect person but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.

Love isn't finding a perfect person. It's seeing an imperfect person perfectly.