Imperfect

Maybe true love for me isn’t going to be about romantic dinners and love letters.
Maybe true love for me will be drunken texts and random stories
awkward silences and show-piece gifts
Someone who can’t keep a conversation going
Someone who’s stupid and arrogant
Someone who writes "you’re" for ‘your’
and who pronounces the word ‘opportunity’ in 5 wrong ways.
Maybe I’ll hate to love him.
Maybe he’ll teach me how humans begin to accept all flaws
when they reconnect with someone they’ve known in a past life.
Maybe he'll teach me how there's nothing more perfect than an imperfect love.