There’s always that one thing that people don’t tell you when you love someone: it’s not going to be perfect. It’s never going to be perfect. They don’t tell you that the road will be tough. They don’t tell you about the inevitable obstacles you will experience, the obstacles that make you want to utter the words to break your relationship.
The moments when you just want to give in. To let go.
They don’t tell you about the tears, the heartbreak, the anger. They don’t tell you about the lingering questions, the suspicions, the doubts. They don’t tell you about a lot of things – a lot of risks you have to take, a lot of instincts you have to trust, and a lot of lies you have to listen to.
You won’t always be okay and that’s okay. Because this is the way things are. This is the way that love is. This is how it works.
This is how you know it’s going to be worth it.
Every decision you make, every pain you endure, every scream you hold in – it’s all going to be worth it. The nights will turn into mornings, the screams will turn into laughter, and the heartbreaks will vanish – as if something stronger than the pain you’re feeling right now takes it all away in just one moment.
As if everything led up this moment.
And it is in that moment, that pivotal moment, where you realize that love, in its purest form, is not perfect. It is far away from that.
Love is knowing someone, with all their flaws, with all the mistakes they’ve made, with all the lies they’ve created, and still holding their hand while walking. Still cupping their face while crying. And still hugging their broken pieces they once called their body just to make them whole again.
Love is not perfect.
Love is not easy.
But, maybe, just maybe, it doesn’t need to be in order for it to work.