Love Blossoms

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I see too often that too many people expect too much at the start of a relationship. We make lists, set criteria, and if that person doesn't meet your list, you push them away. I'm not saying that anyone should lower their standards, but I do want you to understand that relationships are about compromise. You must learn to love an imperfect person perfectly. Everyone has flaws, strengths, and weaknesses. Each of us has areas in which we need to grow. Once you can see who that person really is and you can accept their imperfections, you grow to love them more. I believe that we are overly focused on long term commitment, marriage, and stability at the beginning of relationships and that can contribute to its early demise. You have to give it time to blossom like a plant in your garden. It needs to be nurtured, loved, and tended to. The more you put in , the more you get out. Get to truly know a person, get to understand their heart, soul, and desires. Learn to enjoy the present and allow that to shape the future.

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