Note from the Author: 5

When I found out that the 'perfect couple' within my circle of friends broke up, I was the one who felt devastated. I saw them as my role models when I was just starting out with my own love - they loved each other so much that it made everyone who was around them happy. They weren't the couple that everyone always found snogging to show affection - they were the couple that would exchange jokes and shy smiles and infectious laughter that made everyone feel like they were part of a joke he told her that made her laugh, a small sneeze that made her take care of him, a quiet look that made love, life, peaceful. I thought they were perfect together, like eggs and bacon, reading on a rainy day, sunrises and sunsets. We thought they would be the 'ONE', the only couple that could weather life's storms, stay strong and grow old together. We were wrong, the dream of a perfect love shattered, a perfect couple could never exist.

Now that I have just came from a recent break-up, myself, I think that love is sometimes not enough to keep a relationship together. Maybe it needs a little bit more than love or work to keep it going. I thought my love and I were one of the 'perfect ones', that we would last until 'death do us part'. It still hurts when I think of him, of how he would hold my hand when we walk side by side, how he would give me hugs and whisper words of love in my ear, or how he would kiss me when I am all mad at him and just want to kick him out. I miss him, I really do, and now I think no couple is perfect after all. Hopefully time heals all wounds that all of us have but for now, I'll just be mourning for the loss of something so beautiful, and dream that someday love would be enough for everyone.