The truth is that everyone has issues and maybe building up a fake perfect man in my mind is my biggest issue of all. I have been walking around with a ghost of an ideal man. He’s been haunting me keeping me from recognizing a world of opportunity. He was just giving me what I wanted. Every lovesick’s girl’s fantasy. An idealized version of what I imagined love should look like. But there’s no such thing as perfection. Love is for people who are realistic and smart enough to open their hearts and minds and who realize that a real relationship is the ultimate fantasy. I haven’t found that relationship yet but I’ve shaken off the shadow of my ideal man and I’m finding myself. I think that’s a pretty good start.
The little quirks are precisely the things I love.
The little pieces of me fits into the pieces of him.
