February 29, 2012. 3:40am.
i know i’ve always loved the night for more reasons than one, but it took me quite a while to realize that i’ve spent nearly all my nights with you— eating, talking, even arguing, or just sitting quietly side by side, inhaling and exhaling the same air— and i guess that’s what made all my nights so beautiful, thus far. i guess my love for the night might have something to do with you. (or maybe not.)
the existence of happiness within something so imprecise… there is so much beauty in imperfection, so much to say about the manner in which people may not only grow contented with it, but fall in love with it somehow, maybe marry it one day because imperfection is more than just not being perfect.
it’s being human. and down to earth. and flawed and mistake-ridden, yet happy and loved no matter how many disasters you’ve created.
of all my years of living, nay, trudging knee-deep on this earth, it is the first time that i would say:
imperfection has never felt any better.