“I want you. All of you. Your flaws. Your mistakes. Your imperfections. I want you, and only you.” — Anonymous.
Our love is not a story from ‘Mills and Boons’, there have been times we have thrown words, like knives at each other. There have been tons of hours we haven’t spoken to each other and silent treatment has been resorted to.
However that doesn’t take away the fact that with you I can brave through any phase of life and even walking through the netherworld holding your hand, is something I would gladly do.
Our fights make me cry and leave me with a feeling of being lost in a jungle of scary emotions. I become vulnerable and I feel angry with you for turning your back on me, but I know that this is a passing chapter of our lives and we will be back in each other’s arms soon. It is this reassurance that makes me hold on to you. It is your stupid smile in the middle of our kiss that makes me fall in love with you all over again. If given a choice I wouldn’t wish for it any other way, because it is this flawed erroneous love that keeps the magic of our imperfect love going.
I don’t want to sound like a resident of Narnia and say that my life has been a bed of roses ever since I bumped into you. There are times when we have driven each other up the wall and millions of moments we can’t get across to each other; it probably is these unsaleable flashes that make our love for each other IMPERFECTLY PERFECT.
Perfection is vapid and monotonous; it is for those who live by book, for those who live life with just one color. I love living off the edge and You My Dear, Are My Perfect Imperfection.
It is this acceptance of our flaws that make our love real at every level because perfection is just a myth, an illusion that only cowards would want to believe in.
I want u with all your flaws. I want you with all the scars and mistakes you carry from the past, because it is these imperfections that make you the only truth I want to believe in.
While I may have the definition of this 4 letter overrated emotion, “LOVE”, totally wrong, all I know is that with you, the imperfect ‘Me’ becomes the perfect ‘US’.