When someone sees our imperfections and loves us even more, love is perfect. People may be infatuated with our perfect facade, but we all want the perfect love that comes from growing old together and being loved for who we really are, warts and all.
We are all broken in perfect ways. A pane of glass can't cast rainbows all over the room, but a prism of broken glass is magic. When I truly see you in all your broken perfection, I understand. I can forgive you for not being the perfect person I thought you would be.
All of my favorite people are broken in one way or another. They weren't chosen first for dodge ball or voted most popular. They still aren't rich or famous. In a zombie apocalypse, they will probably be left behind. So many reasons not to love them, but I do. They are perfect.