by redsliver
Her diarrhea will stink. Her farts will smell like she shit herself and she will laugh about it. Her periods will be gross and when she gives birth, she will be ripped and wearing diapers. Her tits will be mismatched and she will get cellulite, muffin top and saggy tits. She will get wrinkles. Her morning breath will peel paint.
Love isn’t about finding someone who is perfect, love will cover a multitude of flaws and we will see our partner at their worst and not care.
It’s easy to be perfect for a time; but true love means not caring that they aren’t.