I think I finally figured out what real, true, passionate love is.
So many times I’ve heard about someone and the person they love, and how the person means everything to them and that they think they’re absolutely perfect and can’t see themselves with anyone else. I always thought that this love was the most important, that if you had someone that seemed perfect to you then you would really be in love. I mean why not? Why wouldn’t you fall in love with the perfect girl or guy? There’s nothing holding you back, and they can’t do something wrong to make you turn away. But is that really love? When you think someone is perfect, you don’t really love them. Yes maybe you like them a lot, maybe they make your heart race but you don’t really love them. When you love someone you have to see all their flaws. All their mistakes, all their wrong decisions and wrong words. See, no one’s perfect. No one can say all the right words, do all the right things, and be the absolute perfect counterpart to you. If you think you love someone and think they’re perfect, you don’t know them. When you truly love someone, you know them well enough to see all their flaws, their little mess ups. But no, you don’t turn a blind eye to the dents in their character. And you don’t push away from them because of the imperfections either. When you love someone you accept the misshaps because it’s a part of them you simply have to get along with, just like the rest of them. The little problems make them a little more human, a little more like you. And it may be easier to think you love someone perfect, but love that goes to a broken, mismatched, and imperfect person is the raw, REAL love, and that is the love that can create miracles.