I thought love was easy. I thought if you devote yourself to a person and love them it will be enough. But twice already I tried and I failed. With this information, my mind tells me there won’t be another. Will I find someone who accepts me for who I am, flaws and all? Imperfection and all? Will they see me, the real me, the me with the scars and marks and discoloration, and still find me beautiful? My heart believes there will be someone out there for me, but my mind keeps telling me there isn’t.