I am a proud wife of an imperfect perfect husband. He is the only one in this world who can tolerate my madness. He is the only one in this world who will love me until all the collagen in my body leaves, and I’ll end up looking like a rag. He is the only one in this world who tells me I am beautiful even though I feel like the ugliest woman on Earth. That is how awesome my husband is.

You will know that it is love when you can love an imperfect person ideally.

I love every bits and pieces of you. I just love you for the perfectly imperfect you, entirely and wholeheartedly.

I never knew I would ever meet someone as perfect as you are, but I did. I am so happy that a perfect creature chose an imperfect man like me.

You are not perfect, but I find myself loving every bit of your most imperfect self.

I don’t need a perfect boyfriend. I need an imperfect man who acts silly with me, treats me right, and loves me with all his heart.

You will know that it is love when you can love an imperfect person perfectly.

To love is to risk showing your imperfect self to another person.