Love is complicated.
Sometimes it’s exactly what you think it is, until it’s not, and then you’re left wondering what went wrong.
Sometimes you meet the perfect person and then they get lost in someone else.
Sometimes you meet the perfect person and they turn out to not be as perfect as you hoped.
But isn’t that the point of love?
To stick around when things are tough, to be there when your person wants to just be listened to, to care, even when you feel like you could care less?
Love is complicated, and love is perfect.
I’ve come to know both of those in the midst of loosing myself among wanting to know them.