Because perfect guys don’t exist.
These are words from a man who understood men well; drawn, surely, from his personal experience and observations about himself. I feel his words are not building any protection or explanation for a man’s actions, and if anything:
This insight can guide a man in his relationships. Use this perception about your perception. This is advice to me: What am I in a relationship?
Posted *not* in any context; Bob Marley touches on a general truth.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs
Why, such is love’s transgression.
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown
Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;
Being vex’d a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears:
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
Farewell, my coz.