Dear all those in love,
Here’s a story on what I recently learned about love.
The weird thing is…I didn’t feel anything.
I had breakfast with my ex, who I broke up with because it was too hard to stay together. I still loved him…
at least I thought I did.
And we hung out just the two of us for the first time in months.
I thought the connection would be there.
I thought I’d maybe feel something.
Even just a tiny spark.
I noticed how he didn’t talk much.
He was on his phone a lot.
He’s the kind of guy who was popular in high school.
Who everyone knows.
People love and hate him.
Jealous of his looks, his “I don’t care” attitude.
I feel relieved.
I now am 100% sure that I’m over him.
I was so shocked he chose to be with me.
I though he was so out of my league.
Sought by everyone, girls and guys.
But I’m not star struck by him anymore.
He used to be like a god to me.
All his flaws I found endearing, but now I see him for who he is.
Human just like me.
I realize I didn’t just love him, I loved the idea of him.
The guy I’m with now.
He’s considered the super nice guy.
Kinda quiet and shy before you get to know him.
Doesn’t stand out much in a crowd.
The one I’ve been with for 6 months.
Is someone I truly love.
Because before we were together, he was just a plain guy to me.
But everyday, I find something in him that is beautiful.
His laugh, his smile, his eyes.
I can find him anywhere in a sea of people.
Know his scent, his voice in a heartbeat.
The way he holds me tight.
Knows me inside and out.
Loves me for who I am.
And wouldn’t ask me to change for him.
I see more and more of him.
Love in fact has not made me blind,
I can see better than ever.
So the moral of this story is: Love isn’t when you find a perfect person, it’s when you can see an imperfect person, perfectly.