For the Unloved
Because we are imperfect.
And so it doesn’t matter to me if I have the ‘best,’ the ‘spotless,’ the ‘ideal.’ I don’t want a person who is cookie-cutter, always doing the right thing, never challenging me, never growing with me, never bending or compromising or making mistakes. I don’t want to fall in love with someone who’s static, who completes me in ways that look nice, but don’t feel genuine.
I’ve had enough of temporary love, of placeholder love, of love that appears wonderful on the surface but lacks all the depth and mess of something real. I don’t care about having something that the world looks at and says, ‘That’s perfect.’ Perfect is overrated. I want real.
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