My mother once told me when I was young,
"Marry the man whom you want to spend your life with"
I knew them was an underlying meaning to this.
And now I know what that is.
My mother shared a life with a man who wasn't
a good man. He was angry and sad.
He would throw his hand in the air like a child who didn't get what they wanted.
Accept instead of landing at his sides, they landed on her.
And yet, she still loved him relentlessly. She still does; even though they no longer see each other.
This taught me that they were not perfect. Not even close. But no doubt they loved each other.
Now that I am old enough to have a relationship. I get it.
So to my unknown lover,
I know you are not perfect. I know all your flaws.
I might not point them out, but I don't want to.
Because I know you are trying to get better every day.
Whether that is anger management classes, or leaving an abusive relationship,
I know this because I am not as perfect as you may think.
I am trying my best to get better.
So why try to make our relationship perfect?
Why not try to make it the best it can be?
Because we are not perfect.
YOU ARE READING
We're Not Perfect.
RomanceThis is a short story in the style of a poem. My inspiration when writing this was from Rupi Kaur and Sasha John. I just love how they write and wanted to try something in kind of like their style? If that makes sense. The words and story are all or...
