Imperfect Love

Imperfect Love

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mer., avr. 25, 2018
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Fiction
Romance
Marriage-"the legally or formally recognized union of a man and a woman as partners in a relationship." Love-"an intense feeling of deep affection." Trust-"firm belief in the reliability, truth, ability, or strength of someone or something." To have a marriage full of love and built on trust is what every couple wants, no dreams of. I thought I had that. I thought my marriage to my husband excelled beyond all those things. I was wrong, wrong, wrong. Three years ago, I Catherine Grants married the love of my life Nathaniel Grants. Everything was well, it wasn't Barbie perfect, It was humanly perfect. All flaws, pains, mistakes and all. The Grants Marriage was Catherine and Nathaniel Perfect. Key word, was. Now, it is in need of saving.
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//Please note this story is under heavy construction! Read at your own risk.// If you look for perfection, you'll never be content. ~Leo Tolstoy . . . . . . . A flower is to be always beautiful lest it is cast away. A flower is to be innocent and pure. Delicate in nature, ever to bring squinting smiles to those around. A flower is perfect. Always perfect. She was the perfect embodiment of a flower. Her name, Iris. A thorn is sharp like a knight's blade. It inflicts pain and draws blood if one dares to get close. A thorn protects a flower from the wickedness of the world. A thorn is attached to the king, ever guarding. He was the perfect embodiment of a thorn. His name, Luca. She was an iris in no need of a thorn and he was a thorn in no need of a delicate iris. Thrust together by an arranged marriage, the unlikely pair, the thorn, and the flower must now find a way to co-inhabit in the same garden. Bracing the strength of the winter, will their love and companionship last for the spring season or will the cold betrayal of a parasitic orchid, the overflowing herbicide of lies and the perfect perfection of the Iris trample the delicate budding bloom of their affairs of the heart?

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