True perfection doesn’t exist. Nobody is always kind, always fair. There is not a person out there free of physical imperfections such as pimples, wrinkles, scars. But when you fall in love, the one you love becomes perfect in your eyes. That beauty mark, his inability to sing, her tendency to snort when she laughs… You don’t mind. You embrace these quirks, the blemishes. Because put together with everything else, they comprise the one who makes you happiest. Who knows you best. Who makes you feel like you can do anything you dream of. You’re not perfect. The one you’re with isn’t perfect. But you are perfect together. In your own way. And in love, that is all that matters.
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