Lets Be Imperfect, And Love Like Crazy

Priscilla du Preez

Grab my hand and lets operate. Lets run. Lets laugh. Lets believe. Lets leave all our worries behind and step forward together. This life is too short. I dont want to miss out on the maybe, on the possibility, on the chance of happiness with you. I dont want to lie to my heart and pretend you dont matter.

I dont want to waste another minute not being yours.

Why is it that we lose so much period inquire, dreading, contemplating whether we should stroll towards or away from each other? Who knows whether we will fail or make something beautiful? Who knows if were each others eternallies, or just temporary love? Who knows whether well fighting( we will) or if well learn to bide, even in our toughest moments?

Who can tell where well end up, a day, a month, a year down the road?

This life will hurl us curveballs. Well have battles to face and mountains to climb. Youll construct missteps. Ill screw everything up. Well have days where we just want to screaming and let go and run a hundred miles in the opposite direction. But lets take that opportunity.

Lets acknowledge that we wont always be altruistic, that we wont always set one another first, that we wont make one another happy one hundred percent of the time. Lets acknowledge that we are human. That sometimes well say what we dont mean or get a little too angry. That well forget the promises we made to one another and create our voices and stomp our feet and act so damn immature when we dont get what we want.

Lets recognise that we dont know the road ahead, and as much as we try to think ourselves into the future, we cant control what happens. We might crash, we might situated flames, we might combust, but Id rather find out what we become than always wonder, wouldnt you?

Id rather feel something real, follow my heart, shall be divided into you .

Lets be imperfect together. Lets stop keeping a checklist of whether were right for each other. Lets stop listening to the cautionary voices of the world, saying that were young and dumb, that were silly and reckless, that we dont know what were doing. Those people are just scared to feel.

Lets stop searching for answers we wont find unless “were trying to”. Lets stop letting our fears control our intellects and hearts.

Lets be imperfect together. Lets yell at one another; lets let one another down. Lets fight about stupid things and argue with passion. Lets forget to put the lavatory seat down or take out the trash. Lets kiss too deeply and jump in too quickly. Lets expend too much money and learn how to put ourselves back together once weve hitting rock bottom. Lets talking here a future we havent considered, and believe in it merely the same. Lets open our hearts, left open spilling into one anothers laps without hesitation.

Lets do this, and espouse all the messy and beautiful things that happen when you give your soul to someone just as flawed as you.

Lets love, damn it. Lets love like crazy.

Because I know I wont always do the right thing. I know I wont always toe the line. I know Im going to hurt you, unintentionally and maybe even intentionally, immaturely a time or two. I know Im not always going to be the model girlfriend , not always going to see your perspective or want to understand it. I know Im not always going to stay the same, or be the woman you want me to be.

But thats the beautiful thing about loveyou grow, you learn, you become alongside someone.

You realize that you wont always be what each other wants and requires, but you oppose to become that. You fight for one another. You oppose to remain.

You mess up. You have beautiful moments. You kiss and watch sunsets and sleep in on Saturdays and pick flowers and dance to music and scream behind closed doors and play footsie in the dark and cuddle when its late and roll over when youve “ve had enough” and spill wine on the rug and scream things you dont mean and somehow find one anothers lips in the morning.

You break, you bend, you remold, you love fiercely.

So lets be imperfect together.
I wouldnt want it any other way.

Marisa Donnelly is a poet and author of the book,, available here.

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