i’ve always dreamt of experiencing the perfect love.. with the perfect man of my dreams in the perfect setting, saying the perfect words.
i’ve just finished watching bridget jones diary.. and after watching it, i came to realise one thing.
perfect love doesnt need to be achieved through perfect elements.
like bridget jones and marcy. bridget jones is ditzy, does ridiculously inappropriate things at the most inappropriate times. marcy is the good boy type, the types that listens to his mummy and knows how to cook.
two imperfect people coming together but yet they created the perfect love.
maybe there is a lesson that i ought to learn from here.
it’s a lesson that will take a long time to learn, but i will try.
darn the uncountable romance novels i’ve read…it’s all their fault!!