People seem to think love is perfection, but it’s not true. Love is work, dedication, and takes your all at first. You’ve got to solve each other’s problems, work as a team, trust each other, and pick each other up when you fall. And you will fall. Hard. Every true relationship falls down. At the lowest point in the deepest hole you’ve ever fallen in, you know deep down that now, you have no worries— everything will be okay. He will come and pick you up. Love is blind, but it sees in ways we cannot. Love is strong, but at first, it’s fragile; a thin, glistening strand of gossamer moonlight stretched between two people. And if one of them jerks too hard, the gossamer breaks. Love is constant, but it changes people in ways nothing else can. Love is mysterious, working in its strange ways so that we can never follow it until the gossamer strand has become strong, unbreakable. Then, it becomes clear.
Love = Perfection?
WOW !!!
Are you a poet or some kind of writer? That was beautiful and I agree 99%.
The 1% that I don't agree in is your first statement.
Love is perfection when you have the right mate.
If you ain't done it yet you should consider publishing that. I'm gonna remember this question for a long time.
Reply:I agree with the most part you said, except "true love only gives you one chance. "
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