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love isn't about perfection.

it’s about imperfection and flaws and mistakes. it’s about the mess. love is an emotional train wreck, but i want the mess. i want the train wreck. there will be days when we are so tired of each other, when we want to throw in the towel and be done with it. there will be days when i want to wring your neck and you want to pull your hair out. sometimes i will drive you crazy, and sometimes you will annoy me to no end. we will fight and we will be frustrated. but we will also laugh and laugh and laugh. we’ll act like kids and have fun and never grow up. we will be enslaved by our passion for life and for each other. we’ll stay up late and talk about everything that makes us tick and all the things we wake up for. we’ll eat dessert first and kiss each other unexpectedly. we will explore new places and fall asleep together. fair warning— i hog the covers and i like to cuddle and sometimes i snore. i will entwine my legs with yours and we’ll dream tangled in each other. it will be the best time of our lives, but it will be crazy and overpowering and and backwards and heart-wrenching and painful and happy all at once. it might be a messy, emotional train wreck. but we will live it. because without the train wreck, we’d never know pure, true, unencumbered, raw love. we’d never know real love.


so let’s survive it together.


.... there will one day be someone who I can dedicate this to - and live this life with 110%. Until that day comes, I will just smile...and dream...and patiently wait their arrival. =)

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