I've never found a love that wouldn't be what it was without my flaws. A love that is for me. A love that extends to my messy hair, and the roundness of my face. A love that senses my awkward moments, and is the only thing that soothes them.
A love that can be absent and present all at once. There is plenty of room for this one, and yet it remains humble.
Love, What a word though.
It is so many things. I often think I maybe love too much and that is my biggest flaw, I'm somehow too soft and vulnerable. But what I've learnt is that love is rather hard to define. And when you think you get it, love breaks the boundaries you've set for it.
I love photography and I love my friends. They are so vastly different things that both bring me a fundamental happiness in life.
For the first time in my young years of loving, I've found patient love. Or maybe it found me. Love that doesn't need to be owned or pursued, labeled or had. It's just love. It's as little and as big as catching someone smile.