I always think you are perfect while knowing you aren’t because no one is & I can point out some of your flaws so I know you aren’t either, but I have the thought often (“he’s perfect”) because you are, for me, & that’s all that matters really.
The fact that we can both know & accept all of the imperfect things about one another & still stay. Still choose to wake up & love that person every single day. And by some voodoo magic shit, I not only choose you every day with all your flaws & you choose me, but somehow, the universe blesses us with falling more deeply in love with one another as well.
When I think of all of this in a quarter of a second timeframe all of the time, the only precise way I can think to describe it is:
MAKE GOOD CHOICES.
~Love & Light, Sarah