I've seen you opened up and real, but I loved you more than when I thought you were flawless and perfect.
You let me in on your deepest, darkest secrets that not even your life long best friend knew, and instead of leaving you, it only drew me closer.
You're not perfect by any sense of the word; but that's why I am so crazy for you.
You drive when you're sad, punch the wall when you're mad, cuddle me when you're scared, and love every other time in between that.
You have made plenty of mistakes in your life before me that you are ashamed of, but it's my job to remind you of how far you have come since than and how perfect my eyes see you.
You're hot headed and short tempered. Most people don't know how to please you when you have a moment, but I know you just need your extra love in the moments when you feel everything is crashing down around you.
You're not the smartest when it comes to books, you can't spell the best, and you are slow at reading the instruction manual, but you can fix anything in no time at all, you know everything about an engine and manly stuff I would never dream of knowing, and you can back up a giant truck with a trailer towed behind like a pro.
You are the missing link for me. You pick up what I slack in. I got the books and you got the hands to fix anything.
You are so far from perfect, but it's what makes me fall harder everyday.
I love the cowlick of your hair, the scars on your knee from a crash you got yourself into, and I love the little mole on your cheek. The imperfections that you hate about yourself, I love.
They are part of you, and I love you; imperfections and all.
