I’ve always wanted a perfect thing. A perfect time. A perfect moment. A perfect everything. But then what is perfect? Nothing. I’ve made a lot of failures and mistakes. I should be sad and miserable, but why is it that despite of these failures I’m happy? Why is it that despite of these imperfections I feel so secured and loved?
I should be very thankful. Thankful to that person who never fails to cheer me up. Who never fails to surprise me. Who gives me reason to never give up. Who gives me so much love and care. Who gives so much attention and trust. Sometimes we have quarrels, we fight, but at the end of the day we never forget to fix that out. There are rumors and issues about our relationship but who cares? We are confident that no one can crash us. No one can bring us down. From this moment, there are no pretensions. I love him so much. I love everything in him, and he is the one who brought out the best in me.