We are all imperfect. There are people in our lives who we hope we can count on to be forgiving, accepting, even endeared by our flaws. Sometimes they are the people who want most to believe that we have none, and they are the ones who are caught off guard when we falter.
And then there are those who want nothing more than to flop over and lie nose to nose with you and say, without words, “No matter what, you’re okay with me.”
