Before I sleep, I wanna share something from the wedding I attended last Sunday. The one that made me almost cry. Almost because I don’t know the bride very long or very well, but I know enough about her life and her person to say that it hasn’t been a bed of roses and that she deserves all happiness.
So anyway, her husband said this, “She has accepted me for who I am, not who she thought I was.” And that really struck me because that happens to me all the time when I like people. At the beginning I always put them on a pedestal, off of which they eventually fall like mighty giants because nobody is that perfect and that wonderful. And then the feelings of infatuation fade upon the realisation that he isn’t what I thought he was.
Food for thought.
