The Perfect Love

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Since reading Keith Richards book I spent a lot of time downloading Stones songs. That was a month ago...now I'm spending time listening to them.

All day long I've been singing one verse over and over. Imagine Mick singing:

"You'll never find that perfect love that you read about, that you dream about."

On the day of my wedding anniversary, I can't argue with Mick.

He's right.

The sort of love that people dream about when they're young certainly doesn't exist. Trying to understand love at 20 years old is sort of ridiculous as well.

But love certainly does exist...and perfect love can be realized even though it won't be quite as easy as they make it look in the romantic comedies, or the fairy tale princess stories.

You know what is perfect love?

1). Being able to depend upon the other person when your shit is all messed up.

2). Getting back to the table after visiting the restroom to find that your pasta has arrived and that your wife already asked the waitress for the red pepper.

3). Wondering if you'd be able to face another day because the sadness was too much to take, and having your wife say: "How can I help?"

4). Realizing that you've been acting like a douche for a few days and trying to figure out how you can justify it and simply getting an "I know why you were frustrated. It's all right."

5). Understanding that your views of the world are really the same when it's all broken down and the bullshit veils are stripped away.

6). Knowing that the important part of the wedding vows isn't in the acting straight during the good times. Fully realizing that the bad times come and that if you aren't in tune, you'll crumble.

Not crumbling is sort of perfect.

But I know what Mick is saying. That "Oh My God! I'd marry that girl tomorrow!" sentiment doesn't truly cut it.

Perfect love is way more about breaking through to the other side when the dog took a dump on the carpet, the boys are fighting for no reason, there are mice in the laundry closet and the basement has flooded and the upstairs shower is broken.

When all that is happening and you still pinch her ass as she is heading buy you in the kitchen...you're truly doing okay.

Perfect love?

Possibly...

...You just gotta' overlook the imperfections.

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