This week I had to call a woman I have idolized since I was eleven. She doesn't know that she broke my heart in December. She doesn't know how hard it was to call her. I called her with a decision that was very difficult, hoping she would be able to support me and help me see what was best for me. Instead she presented all the things she had done for me and why I would lose it all. Once I agreed with what she wanted, she told me how much she loved and cared for me. It was actually good for me to hear because it taught me a lesson. The people I love are actually humans. They make mistakes. They may not be able to love me perfectly, but they love me the best they can. I can learn the lessons they teach me, become a better person, and love their imperfections.