I know lots and lots of people and not one of them is perfect. And here's something you already knew - I'm not perfect either. Sometimes I'm lucky enough to have folk show me some of their imperfections, and when they do I don't love them any less for it - I already knew they were flawed, now I'm just privileged enough to share in a clearer picture of how hard that hits them.
Do I rejoice in those flaws - no. I know my loved one's wouldn't want for me to experience the crappiness of when my fears have me in their grip. But do they love me any less for having them, nope. So it's the same with my wishing those I love weren't impacted by their struggles, but loving them just as they are anyway. Love is like that :-)
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