Progress, Not Perfection

When I met you, I saw that you were perfect, and I fell inlove with you. Then I found out that you’re not perfect, and I loved you even more.

When you met me, you saw that I was perfect, and you fell inlove with me. But you found out that I’m not perfect. You can’t accept me, you pushed me away. You let me go.

I thought that love is accepting someone beyond all imperfections. I never thought that losing you could hurt so much.