Learning to See an Imperfect Person Perfectly
“We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.”
-Sam Keen
“We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.”
-Sam Keen
I have a giant soft spot for anyone who can honor both the size of the challenge and the scope of my strength.
I’m never quite sure whether to feel loved or profoundly misunderstood by this tendency of other people to talk me into getting nicer things for myself.
When I’m with you, love doesn’t feel finite at all. It feels larger than I can contemplate.
“Hey, I need you,” I say.
“What’s going on?” you reply.
I like to say that NRE is like seeing a person bathed in moonlight.
When the NRE fades, it’s like morning comes.
I usually don’t. When I’m in love, I’m the last one to know. And what typically happens is that someone else realizes. Sometimes they just plain tell me. “Oh my God, you have feelings for them!”
“If it doesn’t hurt, it isn’t love,” she tells me. And she sounds so sure of herself as she says it. But I don’t agree.