Loving the perfect person
Here’s something to think about. Suppose you meet someone who you feel like you’ve known forever. A friend, a confidant—someone you can tell anything and who always knows exactly what to say. A person who opens your eyes and change your outlooks on a daily basis, not only making you question how you believe, but someone who works to do so, asking you questions, and truly listening to your thoughts and feelings about the way your mind and feelings are moving. Someone who you can talk with for hours about everything and nothing and never feel like you need to take a break or fill a silence with unnecessary words. A beautiful human with just the right composure and composition to make your face smile and legs tremble. A perfect person.
Could you know you loved this person from the moment you met, or would you have to wait a set period of time before you finally admitted to yourself this truth? Would you tell them when you knew? Would it matter if they lived across the world? Would it matter if they were the same sex as you? What if they were a different race or religion? What if they felt differently from you about having a family? Would you want to live with them right off? Now think about your feelings for this perfect person, and ask yourself, “Why do I feel like this?” How does your love work? How does your heart react? Do you like it, or do you wish you felt a different way?