You are brave, and kind, and selfless, and thoughtful, and caring, and loving. You are softhearted deep down that fierce look you give. You are not perfect, but you are you. You taught me a lot, and that includes; it's good not to care sometimes. You taught me how to be carefree in a way that that is not reckless. You made me realize that being perfect is far more than just being perfect. You made me realize that being imperfect means you have a lot more to learn and there are a lot of other things to discover.
You are far from being perfect. You piss me off, you make me question why I love you, you annoy me in a way that I wan't to disown you, you are hot tempered, you are hot-headed, you are hardheaded, you vex me in any way, you give me headaches and heartaches; in fact you have broke my heart a couple of times already, you don't agree with most of what I say, you argue with me a lot, you are way too far from what I call an "ideal guy".
But you know what? Your imperfections made me love you even more.
Your imperfections are proof that it is more satisfying to love a person with flaws.
You being imperfect is what I call perfection.
You are not perfect. But being with you makes me want to be a better person.
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