It’s weird how wrong we can be sometimes,
Mostly about basic things,
Like loving someone.
Some see it as a weakness,
Some as a fault.
But it’s actually pure courage.
“The bravest act of the soul is to truly love someone”
We sometimes expect it to come in an exact package.
An expectation of a perfect candidate.
An embodiment of all your wants and dreams,
a height, a shape, a shade, or even a sign.
But it’s hardly ever like that.
It mostly doesn’t start like a fairy tale.
It definitely feels like that at some point,
the feeling of unreal happiness and acceptance.
Sometimes it doesn’t work out,
Our experiment fails.
Not everyone is the one.
Even the best jobs have bad days.