elizabeth: woman with a red umbrella walking into a storm (Default)
That must, in part, be what love is — seeing the beloved for what she is, in some of her flaws (I know I do not, cannot, know them all, not now, not yet, not ever), in all her human imperfections, and still believing honestly that she is extraordinary, beautiful, more full of potential for joy than anything else I know.
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