His sight with a broken glass

I've seen how the love of my parents unfold, i saw how their love destroyed them slowly. My father loves my mom more than anything but my mom does not believed in my father's love, at a young age i realized that words alone could not move someone's heart. My parent married through convenience however my father knew and loved my mother even before my mom know his existence or even before the marriage, my father is not a romantic nor a showy person even more reason for my mom who loves romance to misunderstood as i grew up they slowly learned each other's feelings and character, eventually they gravitated towards each other and only then did they get the happy ending they deserve, it was surely not an easy task they went though a lot of pain and heart break and i dont want that kind of love story for myself. For someone else, listening to their story might think that their story is perfect and ideal especially my sister who listened to this story from my mom growing up, but if you ask me who have the first seat to witnessed all that drama, i'd say it's traumatizing not the kind of love that i would tell my future kids. I want my love to be calm and unwavering like my dad's yet passionate and persistent like my mum. They compliment each other to be honest but i dont want to experience that drama, i hope i'd get to find love that is will not give me metal damage...yet why do faith have to play with me and brought me that kind of person...