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I used to believe in happily ever after, I thought falling in love would be forever. I used to believe love was an emotion, that would naturally lead to actions. I didn't know that love, was not just about emotions, and actions, but determination. I didn't know that love, was not just having a companion, receiving and giving affirmation, but also commitment. I didn't know that taking things slow, and being cautious in the relationship, was a form of love and protection. I thought taking things fast meant passion and that he was deeper in love. I didn't take it for what it was, immaturity, rashness, and a lack of self control. I believed him when he said he liked me before he really got to know me. But he really liked me more knowing me less. And when he knew me more, he liked me less. He didn't like me, he liked perfection. He liked me out of ignorance. Ignorance of how I was flawed.   Imperfect. Just as he was. And now I know, that true love isn't meant to be perfect, but true love is demonstrated, in the ability to love imperfection, as if it were perfect.
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 1:41 AM UTC
Perfect Love.
I used to believe in happily ever after, I thought falling in love would be forever. I used to believe love was an emotion, that would naturally lead to actions. I didn't know that love, was not just about emotions, and actions, but determination. I didn't know that love, was not just having a companion, receiving and giving affirmation, but also commitment. I didn't know that taking things slow, and being cautious in the relationship, was a form of love and protection. I thought taking things fast meant passion and that he was deeper in love. I didn't take it for what it was, immaturity, rashness, and a lack of self control. I believed him when he said he liked me before he really got to know me. But he really liked me more knowing me less. And when he knew me more, he liked me less. He didn't like me, he liked perfection. He liked me out of ignorance. Ignorance of how I was flawed.   Imperfect. Just as he was. And now I know, that true love isn't meant to be perfect, but true love is demonstrated, in the ability to love imperfection, as if it were perfect.
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Oct 17, 2014
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