Beautiful Disaster
by Freddy

Back in time when my hair wasn’t yet grey,
love was a good movie with the perfect soundtrack,
and the main actor always got what they wanted,
no matter how ridiculous it sounded. (But hey, give me a break —
back then, I thought growing my front teeth was my biggest accomplishment.)

But Cupid decided that I could handle more.
I mean, my voice was growing deeper,
and I was ready for the next stage of our journey.
He introduced me to Mr. Charming and an impractical glass slipper,
and this showed me "a whole new world" (yup, the Disney one — Aladdin and Jasmine,
magic carpet and all),
a world of perfect cues, kissing under moonless nights
that instantly grows one. My oh my, was I blown away.

Just as I started to get comfortable... BOOM!
Wake up, *****! There he was,
no magic flying carpet and no friendly tiger,
but a brand new way that made me wish my eyes could open even wider.
Love in its purest form — the imperfect beauty of it.
It was like looking in the sun. It’s beautiful,
but at the same time, your eyes are cussing the living breath out of you.

He showed me how careful Miss Love wove her complex qualities
into a fabric of connection.
Then, he went on and described how love is filled with patience
after the surprises (not the good ones).
He showed me how it is braided with patience, mutual respect,
and personal admiration — that doesn’t wait for the spotlight but believes
that YOU ARE THE REASON GOD WHISPERED, "I LOVE THE WORLD."

The lesson kept going. He showed me that love is stained with a little fear,
like you could lose what you hold so dear,
and a little anger that grew from the lingering fear.
It is also loaded with walls from past experiences, mistakes, silent heartbreaks,
but all with no choice but to stay and grow with time.

Unlike a glass slipper, what he showed didn’t fit perfectly,
but it stayed restfully.
What he showed me was soulmates not needing sameness but soul depth,
blended with acceptance, growth, gentleness,
and raw deep connection that surpasses any difference —
the one that feels like you knew each other long before you ever met.

Love, as cruelly Cupid told me,
isn’t perfect — but maybe that’s what makes it perfect.

But hey, you can always count on Cupid for more lessons,
and I still got some time to learn about this beautiful disaster
changing lives but also destroying some.
(Keep it on the down-low, Cupid didn’t tell me that love is destroying some.
Talk about Jack and Rose.)