Imperfect Love

Imperfect Love

‘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.

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