In the movies love is always happy, and it always works out in the end. In true life it seems to be just the opposite. The number of happy endings are beginning to fade along with hopes of that "perfect love". But how can a love be perfect if we are all flawed? It doesn't make sense to me why I strive to find a perfect guy when I myself am far from perfection. When you find someone you love and who also loves you in return, your faults will be seen but the love will still be there. I think as I search for the perfect love I miss some people I could be with who are perfect for me. But with all this perfection..no wonder why we always fall short of expectations.