I'll take realism over ignorant bliss. I'll take a sincere fight over forced smiles, complacency, and hollow lines any day. I'll take a promise never made over a broken one. I'll take a hard truth over a lie. I prefer real tears to fake smiles. Give me a sincere apologetic embrace over a cold and empty one. Give me a deep, penetrating, (maybe sloppy?) kiss over some boring, forced, "pretty" one.
I don't need my love to be perfection and I don't need to be loved perfectly. I need it to be real and visceral. Deep and true. "Perfect" doesn't exist anywhere in life-why should we expect it to exist in love?
It's funny, when I was a younger gal, and I felt like I was in love- I had such precise ideas of how my deepest, truest relationship would play out. It would be flowers and candy, secret love letters and sweet kisses all day long. If that Lauren could see where I am now she'd probably faint..
But I have no problem where I am now. I don't wish that anything was different, because to me, my love IS perfect-it's real and true and deep and the person loving me couldn't be anyone else. Our love or relationship may not be "perfect" by any conventional sense, but I have never been so loved, so IN love, so complete-and I have never been so happy. And that's perfect enough for me.