He wasn’t perfect. But she was never attracted to pristine or perfection. She adored the flaws. The imperfections. The things that made him vulnerable and distinctly human.
She loved him because of his heart. His intent. His real and his raw…
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aussieprimal 
I love this. It’s so profoundly true. And the narration is exquisite.
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