They say love is blind. I disagree. Infatuation is blind. Love is all-seeing and accepting. Love is seeing the flaws and blemishes and accepting them. Love is accepting the bad habits and mannerisms, and working around them.
You can always pick out insecure people, by listening to how many backhanded compliments and subtle insults they hand out. The people who try and act like they have it all together are usually the biggest messes! So true.