If I had to choose between perfect & passion In love i’d choose passion every time. Passion is what makes me feel alive, its messiness and rawness consumes me in the best way possible. Perfect is and has always been boring to me. It’s easy to love someone when they are perfect on paper, With every flaw hidden & only the surface present. Beauty on the outside always fades leaving you with a corpse. To love with passion and rawness allowing yourself to see an inner beauty after digging deep into someone’s inner most self…that’s where magic happens & the most exceptional relationships grow-And this is also the only feeling I will ever settle for.