Love...
People seem to have this idea in their heads, this fantasy...
That love is going to solve everything, make hurt, despair and pain disappear at once. I used to have that illusion, being a fan of melodramatic romance novels, but that abstract concept no longer belongs to my mind.
Love is not cotton candy clouds or boxes of deluxe chocolates. Nor is it corsages and limousines. There are no doves flying out of nowhere, rose petals on the bed sheets, or Celine Dion soundtrack.
There may be a sunset, yes, but you're shivering from the ocean mist blowing against your face. A knight on a mighty steed, yes, but the horse canters off without you leaving you in nothing but a cloud of dust. But, there is a kiss of awakening. It's just not a matter of life or death, good or evil.
Although, it might seem that way.
Your soulmate is guy who tests your patience, trust, and integrity. Your temper is often on the verge of exploding, tears on the ridge of falling. He argues and annoys. Angers and saddens. Frustrates, most of all. No, he never seems perfect, but then again, he never is.
But, when you least expect it, he holds you in your moment of weakness. Wipes away your tears, makes you smile until you cry, or forget why you even started crying in the first place. He calls you that embarrassing little nickname you could live without, but look forward to hearing whenever he's around. Introduces you to what seems like a hundred friends and relatives that you'll forget the names to in five minutes.
And then, that void in your heart, in your life, fills up with his love. And in that one tiny little second, you think:
He might be perfect after all.
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