Beautifully Imperfect

Beautifully Imperfect...

How apt this statement is to me. In the past, when people asked me, what do you love about your loved one. I was never able to provide an answer. All the things running in my mind are the negative impression that they have imprinted in me.

This is so common. I believe everyone can picture this. But something struck me years ago to change my thoughts. Throwing away something or ditching someone is not the answer to our pending problems.

I hate him because he snore, I hate this car because the engine is noisy. I WANT TO DUMP HIM!!I WANT TO BUY A NEW CAR!! haha .. sounds familiar ?

I hate imperfections, i need things and someone who is perfect..

Reading back my years, i believe i have grown up. grown to be understanding and tolerance to situation with minor problems.

I would like to dedicate this page to my love one , to let them know how perfect they are in my life ... even when we are imperfect

to the special one,

You drive with passion everyday, But always complain on the distance that brings us together. And the numerous ERP charges
You are always lost in direction, Taking usually long to reach the destination and that makes us quarrel.
You are always logical in your thoughts and actions, picking on every dollars and cents.
You are always complaining in your job, your life and your future. Like a bee buzzing noisly beside. and i would always shut you up
You are constantly bugging on $$$. and i ask you, why are you always so selfish..

But ...........

It is that you drive with passion everyday, complaining on the distance and ERP makes me love you everyday
It is your blurness in direction that make give me a chance to take care of you in a special way.
It is your logical actions and scrimping every cents that make me appreciate money better.
It is always your complaining in your job, life and future and bugging on $$$ makes me understand you better.

I wonder how am i going to live each day,

without you....

hearing you complaining ...
whining ...
being blur ...
quarelling with me in every logical manners
and bugging on $$$ ...

it has so become part of me ..

that i fear one day, i will not be able to hear all your little imperfections anymore...

to me ....

this is what i treasure most ...



You are beautifully imperfect.

Thank you for always being there for me.