Tonight I realized I'm making this relationship harder for us than it should. He's not perfect, no, but I'm being absolutely frigid.
Sometimes he feels so cold, but normally it's nothing. But then I'd have all these thoughts in my head. All these fears and insecurities and assumptions.
It's always him..... his fault. How about that I can be so anal? That I can be so--as much as I protest to say this-- I can be so clingy.
I'm thinking, I have an amazingly perfect dad and mom, there's no way I can be NOT amazing and perfect. But there it is. I have dents and issues. I'm clingy and uptight and insecure.
Aren't we all.
Why can't I accept that relationships are not perfect?
Maybe because I always see failed, unhealthy relationships everywhere and I'd always say to myself "hell freezes over before that happens to me."
Then now I realize, those people, with the imperfect relationships are just like myself. Like love is a raffle, but you might as well as get used to and maximize whatever it is that you have.
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