Reality vs. Fiction

It seems as if everyone are holding their relationships to extreme ideals.

I want a love like Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy.
I want a love like Bella and Edward.
I want to be like Ana and Christian. 

(Even though the last two seem to be more abusive than romantic).

They read books or watch movies and are immediately like "Oh my God, their relationship is perfect/wonderful/whatever" and from then on begin to hold out for such unrealistic standards in their partners/potential partners and then wonder why they're lonely.

Why can't people be realistic?

Now I admit, when I was younger, I was like that. But as I've grown up, I've realized. I don't want anyone that resembles any fictional character that everyone else has heard of. I want someone who is unique to me. Who deals with the fact that I whine when I'm tired or sick, who snores so loud and hogs the bed to the point where we argue about it even though we both realize that we can't sleep without knowing the other is there. Someone who can eat his weight in pizza but refuses to touch burgers, who hates horror movies and musicals, but will watch them anyway, and I do the same for him.

In other words, after being with my husband, going through our difficult times together and still coming out on top, I want him, and no one else.

I feel happy to say there is literally no one I would rather be with than him.