I find it funny that I didn’t start falling for you when we first met or even once I realized all the things we have in common, but when I started to see all your imperfections.
The past issues, the baggage they were in the present, and the unhealthy ways in which you dealt with them.
All strangely enough endeared me to you more than raw physical attraction or lust could ever do.
Because I see myself in you, and so the imperfections are not only understood, but remind me that all of this isn’t just a dream I’ll wake up from.
We are flawed. We are real. We are love.