Infatuation is blind…giggly oblivious,not real love.

Real love sees and feels all the lumps and bruises…the imperfections and the misconceptions and accepts them. Love doesn’t pretend they aren’t there….and doesn’t ignore them but compares them to their own experiences and imperfections and concludes they are on their own path and sometimes we walk the same path an sometimes we walk our own. Acceptance allows for freedom of movement from one path to the other.
Many long term relationships find that over time the paths converge more often than not.

Love isn’t blind….love is kind

Ttucro