"The Circle of Life"
Watercolor by Ruth Oosterman

They told her he was of the wild,
but their warnings fell on deaf ears.
For she could tell he knew,
Where the wild flowers grew.

- Ruth Oosterman

Love is allowing another to glimpse at the inner workings of your mind and trusting them to find the beauty where you can only see flaws.
Love is finding that one person whose craziness intertwines with yours just enough to fill every nook and cranny of each other's soul.
Love is accepting that imperfection and friction encourages growth and strengthens foundations. Love does not demand unearned perfection which leads to illusions of a distorted reality and a false sense of entitlement.
Love is