The mind likes to paint such priceless pictures…
And in everyone of them…
An illusion of perfection was all I saw….
A life of…
Pure fantasy….
One that could never be…
Real….
Sometimes we lie to our own hearts…
We bathe in regrets…
We glamorize the past…
But now I know…
Real love…
Isn’t wanting perfection in another…
Real love…
Sees the flaws…
The mistakes….
The human side of it all…
And loves anyways…
Control isn’t love…
Rather…
We seek control when love is absent…
I thought I wanted this perfect life….
A flawless fairytale…
But then…
I found love unexpectedly….
And was never the same…