The perfect man.
I don’t believe he exists.
I don’t believe there is such a thing as perfection.
It’s idealistic and unrealistic at best.
Leaving too much room for disappointed expectations.
Often those which leave a bit in your stomach and a heavy heart in your chest.
Everyone is flawed.
We all have our strengths and our weaknesses.
I believe we are all human at the core.
And our flaws and mistakes make us just that.
I do believe in having compassion,
I believe in understanding and,
respecting each other.
Love isn’t rooted in perfection.
In fact it is rooted in the imperfections.
In the flaws you find endearing in each other, and in the ones that drive you crazy.
In the mistakes two people in love can overcome.
They say we don’t choose who we love,
that it just happens.
But in some way, we all have the right to choose who we feel is perfect to us, for us and to continue that journey.
To take that chance.
To risk our hearts.
The greatest choice we have as humans is the choice to understand the battle between heart and head and then choose to follow our heart.
Love who you want.
And create your own version of perfection.
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