I keep telling myself that someday I’ll find the perfect guy. In reality? He will never be perfect.
We’re all human, so we’re all flawed. Anyone I fall in love with, and
whoever I marry will always have flaws. He won’t be perfect, but we
will be the perfect guy for me.
Along with that, I realize I will never be perfect. I have flaws, and
I always will. I’m emotional, I worry way too much, I’m too cuddly, I
can be immature, but that’s who I am. I will always have flaws. If someone can’t accept me with those flaws, then they aren’t worth it.
Someday, I’ll find a man who sees my flaws and loves each and every one of them :)