Everything is perfect, and perfection is a myth.
It's impossible to love the life you've always wanted with the person you've always dreamed of when you figure out that even the perfect is tarnished and even the attained dream consists of moments that make you wish you could wake up, because when everything seems right, something has to be wrong. It's inevitable. So we must grow to expect it, accept it, and get used to loving it anyway. We're all giant flaws anyway - who said flaws should be ostracized from the warmth of reception of love.
posted by Layla/Jane (whichever you prefer) @ 10/08/2006 10:33:00 PM
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