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| Painted on July 1, 2017 |
with an imperfect love,
With this growing closeness, I
guess, you must have already figured out a lot about me. I am an imperfect
character; an imperfect daughter, an imperfect sister, an imperfect
friend. I am flawed when it comes to
relationships.
Wait!
The list is longer.
I can’t write the words as
perfect as I had thought. I can’t paint as beautiful as I had imagined. I can’t
teach as perfect as I had planned. I am a messed up person with no perfect
goals, no perfect destination to set for and no perfect way to present myself.
You may say these imperfections
doesn’t matter to you. But, my dear, the problem is I do have an imperfect
heart, which deduces that even my love is imperfect. I don’t know the perfect
time to talk to you, the perfect setting to meet you, the perfect attire to
wear when with you and perfect issues to talk about with you.
Sometimes, I feel even my touch
is imperfect. When I look at your intoxicating eyes, I realize the imperfection
of my gaze. As you can see, I have an imperfect body.
I wish I was perfect for you. I
wish at least my heart was perfect for you, not because I want everything
perfect but because, your presence is so perfect in my life. My imperfect heart
floats all in your love in this imperfect world.
Amid these imperfections, the
truth is the person whom you are growing close with is herself. She doesn’t
pretend to be someone else. She doesn’t want perfection even in you. She knows
these imperfections are what makes her. And embracing all these imperfections
within herself, she hugs you tight.
Yes, her hug is also imperfect
but dear love, I just want to share a secret, you are the only person whom she
has hugged so tight with all those gushing imperfect lovable feelings.
Truly yours,
Love
Perfect :-)
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