Love is sloppy. It doesn’t come wrapped up in a neat bow ready to unfold perfectly.
Love is unexpected in every aspect. With who, how, when. I love your imperfections. How in depth you get with each project. You told me you never start something that your not ready to take seriously. Career choices, projects, hobbies…me.
You are someone that never makes decisions lightly. So to say that you love me, means that I know I’ll never be let go.
Love means imperfection. You don’t love someone because their perfect. You love them in spite of the fact that their not. Love is hard, love is loving someone for reasons you didn’t know existed.