Today's Love Is post is mine and is a very personal one.
Once upon a time when I was young and blinded by love, I remember doing everything I could to emulate the "perfect relationship" that we were perceived to have. I also remember the very moment I was emotionally crushed by being told I was only 80% perfect. It was obviously not so perfect in paradise and the beginning of the end.
80% perfect, that's what I was to the one person I thought loved me completely. Now I am not foolish enough to think I am perfect, I have enough quirks and habits to know this is not true but it still hurt.
Love is supposed to be unconditional.
Love is knowing that you may leave the top off the toothpaste, but they love you for it anyway.
Love is about trusting someone explicitly with your secrets and your heart.
Love is giving birth to new life.
Love is sharing your hopes and dreams.
Love is forgiveness.
My gorgeous man tells me now that Love isn't about being perfect, but quite simply that I am perfect for him.