love isn't perfect. it isn't a fairytale or a storybook, and it doesn't always come easy.
love is overcoming obstacles, facing challenges, fighting to be together, holding on, and
never letting go. it is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define, and impossible to live
without. love is work, but most of all, love is realizing that every hour, every minute, and every
second was worth it because you did it together
it's funny how we set qualifications for the right person to love, when deep in
your heart, you know that the person we truly love will always be an
exception.
maybe true love is a decision. you know, a decision to take a chance
with somebody, to give to somebody without worrying whether they'll
give anything back if they're going to hurt you, or if they really are the
one. maybe love isn't just something that happens to you. maybe it's
something you have to choose.
twenty years from now i am gonna look back and remember that you were the one
person who could turn every frown into a smile with a few simple words; that person
who lifted my head when i was losing faith in myself; that one person who carried
tears on his shoulders after every fight, every break up, every death; that one person who accepted every decision i made, that one person who knew who i really was; that one person that made the biggest difference in my life, my best friend.
You've got to have someone who loves your body. Who doesn't define you, but sees you. Who loves what he sees. Who you don't have to struggle to be good enough for."
This is what I know about love, that it is tested every day, and what is not renewed is lost. One either chooses to care more or to care less. Once the choice is to care less, then there is no stopping the momentum of goodbye.
And maybe it didn't matter so much
whether he took the step or I did.
All I knew was that he was there.
