The choice we make....

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Are you looking for that perfect person for yourself? How was that perception created? Books...movies....friends talking about their perfect halves? Love somehow gets lost in all of this. It's unable to stand up against its biggest nemesis...the perception of the perfect partner. Because love is the quieter one, less conspicuous, it speaks less and does more. Its a constant battle which perception could have always easily won, only if perception was not so vain.

 Love always comes through, it's the anchor that fights for you through the worst storms. It wins because its pure and honest.

 Love is indeed the choice we make. The choice can be hard since the first impression of love doesn't sweep the ground away. It stands at distance and looks out for you. But the choice is rewarding. Its a reward for you to have chosen honesty over vanity....the prospect of long term happiness over a few adrenaline rushes.

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