👫 What Is Love, Really? Finding Meaning in Imperfection 💌

"We come to love not by finding a perfect person but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly."
 
What is love?
How do you know if you're in love?

What does it feel like?

These are questions that followed me for as long as I can remember. I used to ask them during quiet moments, during lunch breaks with friends, and especially when I saw love playing out around me — in couples, in families, and in the little moments between two people who choose each other every day.

💭 Is Love Complicated?

Ask around, and you’ll get mixed answers.
Some say love is the most complicated thing in the world.
Others will tell you it’s the simplest — you just know when it happens.

Some believe love can't be explained, only felt. And when the love bug hits, it doesn't knock — it dives straight into your soul.

As for me? I once had no idea what it really felt like. I could only wonder, dream, and observe.

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💖 The Dream of Perfect Love

I used to think I was waiting for a perfect kind of love — the kind that never argues, always understands, and feels like a fairy tale.

But then I asked myself:

Why wait for perfect love when real love already exists — imperfect, raw, and deeply human?

Why not nurture the love you find and let it grow into something perfect in its own way?

Because maybe... there’s no such thing as perfect love — only perfect acceptance.

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👫 Real Love is Built, Not Found

Looking around — at my parents, siblings, friends — I saw a truth I couldn't ignore:
There is no perfect love.
There are only people who choose each other again and again, flaws and all.

Love becomes meaningful through:

• Shared experiences

• Honest conversations

• Mutual support

• Accepting imperfections

• Choosing to stay, even when it’s hard

Loving someone doesn’t mean giving up everything. It means sharing everything. 
It’s not about giving or taking — it’s about sharing the burden, the joy, and the journey.

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🕰️ I Was Willing to Wait…

And guess what?

I finally found my love.
Not the perfect kind — but the kind I can laugh with, grow with, and face every messy, beautiful moment with.

And now, we have a son. 💙
This little person is the purest reflection of a love that was never perfect… but always real.
A love that grew in trust, patience, and acceptance — and now, in diapers and sleepless nights.

💌If you’re still asking what love really is, maybe you don’t need all the answers right now.

Maybe love isn’t something you figure out — it’s something you live, moment by moment.

Don’t look for the perfect person.
Look for the one who sees your imperfections clearly… and still chooses to stay.
Because sometimes, love doesn’t arrive with fireworks — it grows quietly, patiently, and powerfully.

And sometimes, if you’re lucky like me…
It gives you a tiny hand to hold and a whole new kind of love to discover…