Love—real love— is invariably the story of two troubled people who understand and accept each other’s troubles, but choose to face them together.
That’s the funny thing about real love, though. I’m not the first to make this observation, but it is never a fairy tale. It’s never a story in which two wealthy, healthy, perfect people fall madly in love and go on to have their flawless Happily Ever After. It’s also never a story about one perfect person choosing to love a broken individual out of altruism.
merge perfect cu cintecelul asta.