Love is the perception of perfection beyond the protection of our projection.
I think sometimes we gravitate toward broken people, not __ause we want to fix them, but __ause we want to fix ourselves. The line between selflessness and selfishness is thin and intangible. It__ imaginary. We can__ see it. People project their problems onto other people__ problems. It happens all the time. We see ourselves in each other. We can__ help it. It__ human nature.
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I think sometimes we gravitate toward broken people, not __ause we want to fix them, but __ause we want to fix ourselves. The line between selflessness and selfishness is thin and intangible. It__ imaginary. We can__ see it. People project their problems onto other people__ problems. It happens all the time. We see ourselves in each other. We can__ help it. It__ human nature.
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