Marriage is when you see each other's flaws so well that you are the only ones who can truly understand them. You understand your partner's flaws even more than they do. Accepting the ugliness inside each other is what it's all about. Nobody else in the world sees my insecurities like my wife, and nobody has worked so hard to accept me into their life. There is no higher gratefulness than finding someone who is willing to go through the hell you give them and still take care of you. I'm told that it is in these murky waters of imperfection that the real treasure of a person can be found, things that are also only seen by the spouse. The endearing aspect of each imperfection is the glue that holds us together, binding our souls like improvised photographs and the secrets they reveal. Over time the light gets refined, you see the unfolding history of their struggle against imperfection, the battles they lost and the wars they won. And you think to yourself, only marriage can really motivate someone to improve the ideosyncrasies that drive everyone else nuts. Nothing exposes us so timelessly like the bond of true love. There is someone who knows us inside and out, better than we know ourselves, as if an angel were on earth to watch over every move we make. Marriage is a lifelong lesson in becoming angelic.
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