My name is Ana and I'm 24 yrs old.
Some say that the darkest hour of the day is precisely that before the sun comes out, and I think that same statement might be right, for what a sunshine is this loving Matt of mine. He gave me back a smile I thought lost and broken, he gave me renewed hope in the miracles life can bring to our eyes. Oh my, love is sweet, not perfect at all, but sweet even then. It's not through perfection that a soul reaches happiness, but in the growth one might find while holding a lover's hand. Better bitter sweet than no sweet at all.
So here I stand, facing challenges none the less, but willing to do so if that means I get to grow up with him by my side. "there isn't love's perfection in this world, there are lovers that fall into routine, and lovers that love each other in their perfect imperfection."
This is me, willing to feed this muse of love I have, tears and all, happy to be on this journey and glad to find a space such as this, so I can learn a little more each passing day, in order to give him back the symphony he wrote in every corner of my heart.
Some say that the darkest hour of the day is precisely that before the sun comes out, and I think that same statement might be right, for what a sunshine is this loving Matt of mine. He gave me back a smile I thought lost and broken, he gave me renewed hope in the miracles life can bring to our eyes. Oh my, love is sweet, not perfect at all, but sweet even then. It's not through perfection that a soul reaches happiness, but in the growth one might find while holding a lover's hand. Better bitter sweet than no sweet at all.
So here I stand, facing challenges none the less, but willing to do so if that means I get to grow up with him by my side. "there isn't love's perfection in this world, there are lovers that fall into routine, and lovers that love each other in their perfect imperfection."
This is me, willing to feed this muse of love I have, tears and all, happy to be on this journey and glad to find a space such as this, so I can learn a little more each passing day, in order to give him back the symphony he wrote in every corner of my heart.
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