You know in the beginning of every relationship, you try to hide every bad part of you. If you're a woman, you make sure your hair is fixed, you change clothes 87 times in an attempt to look effortlessly beautiful. Which never feels like you look good enough standing in the presence of a dark haired, blue eyed angel. You make sure you're make up is perfect, you **** in your stomach and giggle softly instead of your true crazy hackle of laughter. Then it starts to get a little serious and you pretend like things that bother you, don't. So he thinks you're not crazy or emotional. And then you fall completely, it's real. And you start peeling all the layers you put on when you began the relationship. And the perfect relationship seems to not be so perfect anymore. You're still incredibly in love. And happy. But you both show your true colors, you're tired eyes, you're bad days, you're faults and flaws. The things that intimately make you, you. And it's not what you showed the other in the beginning. You came to the table with a Royal Flush and turned out to be a cheat who pulled them from a sleeve. It's no one's fault, it's human nature to want to be adored. But never the less, it makes things hard. And you can't make the other person feel bad for the flaws they have. And nor them to you. But rather, if you love eachother enough, care for eachother and work together. None of it will matter. But you have to try every day, because one day you'll come home from a long day at work. And their sanctuary, is your sanctuary. And you have to leave it at the door, because hopefully, they left their bad day at the door. And you can enjoy your sanctuary with your best friend. And love them for being, them. Who they are, and who they are with you.