Love means knowing your partners weakness, but never taking advantage of it.
You stay when you’re sure no one else could ever love your partner better than you.
There is nothing you can do to make it go away completely. Because when love comes your way once, it won’t completely leave the cells and bones on your body. You’ll always have a piece of that love, and you’ll always have a piece of him stenciled on your lips.
When you finally encounter love, let it be ugly. Embrace everything that goes wrong, that goes unplanned. Because it is those moments, those elements, that really make love true.
It’s shaping your life with someone but simultaneously creating your own life just for you. It’s tripping over rocks when you seem him smiling at you, but standing your ground when he turns away.
In this ridiculous, dramatic, messy world, you, my love, are the only thing that always makes sense.
Our sense of belonging has been first to ourselves and that is what we have loved most about each other.
I’m over confusing butterflies with love because you don’t chase love, you don’t hold love in your hands for a few seconds before it flies away.
Don’t bow down for just any kind of love. Wait for the miracle. Wait for the right kind of love.
I’m going to be real, I’m going to be here, and I’m not going to run.