True Magic

We aren't all perfect... but I believe we are all perfect for someone. I like to think of it as the "magic effect" the moment you find that perfect person. It is like they make up for everything you felt was missing, all your unanswered questions about love and happiness begin to seem clearer and devoting your all to them doesn't seem like work or a sacrifice but a true blessing. I believe I sometimes have a very unrealistic view of love stories and how everything is suppose to work out. I have even been told I am stuck in fairy-land, but if the world is lacking true and honest love like those found in all the glamourous love stories then fairy-land is a much better place. Something magical truly happens when you fall in love you lose some of your sanity and you find yourself smiling with your whole self. Have you ever seen someone glowing? well I believe love makes a person glow. There really is no way to define a perfect couple because even though you might be perfect for each other doesn't mean your relationship is perfect. What I really mean by being perfect for each other is the all to well known and cliche term of completing each other. I don't know if the reasons we form hearts so much differently from the real thing is because if you took two real hearts and put them together it might look similar to our cuter rendition. Maybe that is what true love should symbol, two hearts combined as one. It is much prettier  than just one alone. If you think about it this way then I guess a heart breaking has nothing to do with individual pain from the feeling that our hearts are truly breaking, but from the idea that you are separating two things that at one point were so beautiful together. You are missing your other have, without it you can not complete a true heart. Maybe the reason we separate from those we were once so attached to is because after trying and trying to push those two hearts together we realize they just don't fit, maybe they fit once but slowly bits and pieces began to be abused and neglected and slowly the pieces didn't fit anymore. Even more hopeful maybe what once didn't fit will be transformed into the perfect other half. I guess what I am trying to get at here is that love should be a magical thing, two random pieces fitting perfectly with little to no force. Once we find the other half though it is are job to care for it and love it and help it remained perfectly snug in such a magical connection.
love
-E