Perfection

Perfection

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What if everyone liked the exact same thing? Life as we know it would succumb to ordinary-nothing would ever surprise, nothing would ever be created. Territories would go unexplored, people would grow dull and listless. Yet we expect love stories to be just that-cookie cutter. perfection. The greatest romance-the perfect guy. Except, perfect is never perfect. Mistakes make us who we are. So why can't people shut up and let love be love? Why is it so hard to let someone make a mistake? My mistake? I let go the perfect guy for the guy who would break my heart. And it was the best choice I have ever made.
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I believe that each of us deserves a chance at love. And I know it sounds silly that there's someone out there for everyone but I believe in love. Now I know some say there's no such thing as true love, that it all ends in heartbreak and pain, but I think that's the beauty of it. To have something so perfect for such a short while, and then for it to disappear into nothing. It's an endless loop, never-ending, always on the move. You never know where it will take you. That's the thing about love, it's so beautiful and mysterious and magical. I believe we all deserve a chance at love because we deserve something magical. And for me, my magic started at a simple Ice Rink one cold night. Because your love is so whole, my missing pieces appear. Because your touch carries such passion, what was scarred becomes soft once more. Because you are steady and patient, my open wounds have time to seal and vanish. Perhaps that is why they say love is such magic, this gift from the universe, this sweet addition to the man I was born to find. For with my twin soul, the only other born in the same flame as I, we are able to bathe one other in warmth and light as easily as we breather, immune and oblivious to darkness. This story has mature parts. The mature parts have an asterisk.

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