I am guilty of this. I fell in love with someone because I thought he's perfect. During the first few years, I thought he was really one of a kind that I grew even fonder of him. I thought back then that I was so lucky because it's rare for a girl to find someone as perfect as he is. I was totally thrilled.
Until fate had proven that he's not almighty. Incidents made me realize that he's far from the 'perfect' person that I have drawn him to be. He has flaws. He has shortcomings. He makes a lot of mistakes.
I thought I would no longer take interest after getting exposed to his imperfections. But the opposite happened. Instead of running away, my heart took steps closer to him. Just when I thought that I would be disappointed because he wasn't the perfect man, I fell in love with him more because he isn't.
I have always believed that for you to keep the fire of love burning, you should always have reasons to keep it alive. If I didn't revoke the idea that he's perfect, my attention on him would have long been gone. I would have already find it boring to love him because there's no more need to find reasons to continue feeling that way. Excitement would have left. I must have long crossed the end of the line.
But since I've learned that he's not flawless, I was given more reasons to feel that everything's normal. His imperfections gave sense to my existence. Most things he want to know, I would teach him. Most things he couldn't do, I'll help him accomplish. I fill in voids in his life, everytime I can. And by that, we get to establish a better give-and-take relationship (even though it's a one-sided love on my part. But of course, I'm contented with that.)
Perfection is non-existent. So if you will love a person, don't love him because he's perfect. Love him because he has flaws. No questions. No hesitations.
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