Love.

I have collected love stories for as long as I can remember. Everyone you meet has a fresh tale to tell.

Only one thing I have found to be certain, there is no such thing as the perfect relationship. Why? It’s simple, we are all fallible.

There are those who make it look easy, and sometimes it is. But, there are always moments of uncertainty. The perfect house, the perfect car, beautiful children, nothing is ever as perfect as it looks. And nor could it be.

There are those who are trapped, doomed to make the same mistakes over and over again. Often out of fear, they spend precious moments fooling themselves.

I am not enough. This must be normal. We only argue because we’re so passionate. He does really love me, despite the way he treats me. I won’t ever find anyone else. I am scared to be alone.

Sound familiar? We all know such stories. Maybe we are one.

So, how do you know you are with the right person?

Passion surely can’t be sustainable without real substance behind it. With so much emphasis on “true love”, “soul mates” and “The One”, it is no wonder so many of us hold on to unrealistic expectations which blind us from what we actually have. Complicated, isn’t it.

I have made too many mistakes to tell. Always out of fear. Rejection and lack of self worth have dragged me down to the depths of doom. My graveyard of fuck ups is full to bursting.

I have been so desperate to avoid mistakes I have only gone on to make new ones. I have drooled over social media, idolising those with seemingly perfect lives. I have failed in so many ways that it made it almost impossible to see the truth.

Love is the person who believes in you no matter what. It’s in the blink of eyes that says more than any words could. It puts a bucket in front of you when you are sick, and a smile on your face with the worst jokes.

Love isn’t always obvious. Sometimes it creeps up on you in unexpected ways. It makes you realise how much more you have to learn. That you are selfish, and shallow at times, but it still holds you when you are at your worst.

Love is the glimmer in the darkest moments. The missing piece of you. It is not materialistic. It is compromise and communication. It is facing your fears together. It dwindles and it reignites. It is the connection you have been longing for. It is everyday life at its most mundane and the moments you will always treasure.

Love is different for us all.

What is it to you?

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