Growing up I always thought true love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, little block box that held expensive things and always knowing what to say. I thought true love was kiss in the rain, deep explanations and the perfect story. But now that I am older Ive realized its not like that at all. True love for me is ugly snapchats and peeing while youre on the phone. True love is kissing at 6am despite the morning breath and singing at the top of your lungs. Its saying all the wrong things, at all the wrong moments. Its sarcasm and being honest even when it hurts. Its late hours of the night when its been a long tiring day and its no make up and bad hair. Its tears from laughter, its tears from sadness and its nothing like any story youve read. Its never running out of things to talk about, and its being comfortable in the silence of the things. Its getting mad over stupid things, its youre an idiot, youre a little shit, and knowing youre lucky to hear those every day. Its the worst story you could imagine, but thank God it worked out anyways. True love is never losing the magic. True love is not leaving when things get hard. #MyPerfectImperfection
Posted on: Mon, 20 Oct 2014 03:25:30 +0000
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