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"How was it like to have the perfect love?" Having the perfect love is risky, painful, most of the times commanding, usually on top of yourself, hard to deal with and yet always worth keeping.
"Your so called perfect love is only just as perfect as how you makes and believes it to be."
The painful thing is, just in time when you already had drowned yourself at the thought that you already found the perfect love, it breaks under the smallest crack. You struggle hard to save the relationship but you do it on your own. You save it because you finally found perfection, but no one helps you do it because only you believe it. Perfection is still there but only you can see it because it was only you among the both of you who made efforts seeing it through the relationship that way because it was only you who loved and it was only that love that made your lover perfect in the first place.
Perfect lovers come in abundance and they can be hand-picked, but just like other lovers around, hey come and go. And when they do, they leave you wrecked and when does love become perfect? It is when you think it is. There is no perfect love. The only perfect thing that exists in this world is the word alone. Following the word, there's no such one.
Is it perfect to sacrifice your love in exchange of your dignity and morality?