Ideal Love

Imperfection in love is perfection in itself. I find that all the misconceptions on how two people are suppose to love each other to be blatantly ridiculous. It is the weakness where we find strength. In strength, there's growth, and in growth lies unconditional love. True love conquers itself, and destroys deception. I want love like this.

The love where two people can look into each others eyes, and know that the glimmering sparkle is because of them. The kind of love where one touch is thousands of shivers from the head to the toes.Where one innocent kiss is asking for a heart attack. The love where an agreement lies in each others values and opinions. The love where moral sacredness remains sacred until the day of matrimony. The kind of love where when one clumsily falls, the other laughs as they lovingly stoop down to position them upright again. Where when teasing is immense, the anger is subtle, but visible enough for forgiveness to play part in easing tension. I want the mornings where lovers wake up together, or separate, eat breakfast together, or make breakfast separate, but keeping in mind never to forget to say "goodmorning love", with a kiss or a hug. I want the nights where when one is tired, and lashes out, finding a way to work it out is the main focus so that going to bed angry at each other will never happen. The nights where when its freezing outside, the warmth of each others bodies is like an instant heater. The nights where sex is never dull, or empty feeling, but sweet, crazy, experimental, humorous, romantic, and plenty of room to getting to know each other more and more. Where high expectations are thrown out the door, and compassion and encouragement to follow one's dreams take its place. Low standards are unacceptable. Vocal or physical abuse is inexcusable. Inconsideration for each other's feelings are met with an apology and sealed with a kiss.
Cheesy and corny words are encouraged in conversation to boost the feeling that love is still intact.
To always say how much you love them, and that imperfection meets with the passion, and creates a binding love that never dies.

Love is corny. Silly. Romantic. Hopeful. Undying.
It destroys walls, but stabilizes ground. It's the roots of a never ending growth of a tree. If you have it, grow it, because love is well worth the roller coaster ride it brings.