It’s weird how before you’re in a relationship, you’ve got this picture of what you think the person you’ll end up with looks like. You think blonde hair is nicer than red, brown eyes are prettier than blue, tall is more attractive than short, or whatever you may fancy.
Then you start liking, and maybe loving someone and they’re completely opposite of what you had pictured, “the perfect person” should look like. But it doesn’t matter very much, and you really start to care less about everything you had “wanted” and more about what you’d “found.”
Life is weird.