āIt was never about finding someone āperfectā. It was about finding someone who could love you entirely. Someone who may not have had the kind of life that you didāspeckled with pain and ounces of heartacheābut tried their best to understand your journey, your trauma, and your burden. It wasnāt about finding someone who āacceptedā you, no. It was about finding someone who saw how magnificent you are. Flawed, yes, but filled with enough love that it could drown them. But they learned to float. Heck, they even learned to swim inside your overwhelming heart. They learned about your scars and internal troubles. They cherished the battles you won. They rooted for you. They wanted you to be happy. It was never about finding someone who didnāt judge you for your past. It was about finding someone who acknowledged every experience youāve ever had because it made you, you. It was never about finding someone āperfectā. It was about finding your person. The one whose hand youād hold at the end of it all and say, āYou donāt know how much Iāve gone through just to be hereā, and knowingāundoubtedlyāthat they understood.ā Ruby DhalĀ x
