Sunday, 20 March 2011

nothing like a needle in a haystack;

Love, it's a lot like a stereotypes, it's been manipulated and moulded by the media to become this awe of something seen through rose tinted glass:

Love [luhv]
noun, verb, loved, lov·ing.
to have love or affection for: All her pupils love her.
to have a profoundly tender, passionate affection for (another person).
to have a strong liking for; take great pleasure in: to love music.
to need or require; benefit greatly from: Plants love sunlight.
to embrace and kiss (someone), as a lover.
to have sexual intercourse with.

This emotion has no flaws, it's like a drug that everyone's addicted to.... but you're all wrong. You could spend a lifetime searching for this 'love' when it could be staring you in the face without realising. Spend less time searching for what you don't know and begin appreciating what you do.

True love, is flawed.

It's looking past these flaws and accepting someone through not only their best but seeing them at their best whilst they're at their worst; you don't love someone from when you meet them but it develops as you get to know them & becomes deeper the more you go through life with them. I suppose what I'm trying to express is that people should stop being fixated on finding mr/mrs perfect and look more towards mr/mrs right, they may well be the mr/mrs perfect afterall

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