but their warnings fell on deaf ears.
For she could tell he knew,
Where the wild flowers grew.
- Ruth Oosterman
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.