Perfectly Imperfect

Love is such a beautiful feeling that everyone adores its beauty. The feeling that holds the courage to make, break and heal your soul.

To this perfectly imperfect balance of myself, I had always decided to keep away from the love-kind-of-stuff. Then there was a knock in my lifeless life. I used to stay away. Yet he used to come closer to me. After a few days, I even started to have a soft corner in my life. Everything seemed to me so beautiful that was actually wrapped with darkness.

Gradually all the good parts had passed and reality began to strike. At that moment it became so difficult to leave that person. That endless night of sorrow and grief gave me nothing except regret.

Then my mind got a heartbeat and I decided to move further on. It was very difficult for me to say goodbye that is never planned.

Only one thing I told myself "My love for him was perfectly imperfect." One thing I also realized that was people should always rise in love and never fall.