‘I am ready to give him my all.’
‘She is the one for me. She completes me.’
Love is so perfect. But is it? Is there really a prince charming waiting for me? Ready to accept me as I am. With all my faults and horrors of my past. And will I be able to accept him? Will I be able to give him the love he deserves?
Love is never perfect, because we are all imperfect beings. So it only makes sense that our love will also be imperfect. I might fall madly in love with someone who won’t even acknowledge my existence. Or someone might fall in love with me. Someone whom I won’t be able to love back in a way that he deserves to be loved.
But to be fair, I was misled. All my life, that is the few years I have existed, I have read stories and poems and seen movies on how perfect love is. How there is always a happily ever after. How people have a soulmate. Soulmates who always end up together.
Maybe all of it is false. Maybe I don’t have soulmate. Maybe I will fall in love with someone who doesn’t love me back. Maybe someone will fall in love with me, and I will stay with them even though I don’t love them back. For I will confuse the ache of my broken heart with loneliness and try in vain to remedy it with a companion.
Although I hope all of this never happens. I hope that no one ever falls in love with me. And that I never fall in love with anyone. As it will be too painful to bear.
I will just keep on reading about the perfect love and look for in others lives. For I am too afraid to put my heart out there to be eventually crushed into pieces.