You are someone that not everyone in this world deserves to love. Not everyone is deserving of your extraordinary and kind heart.
You are a masterpiece.
Love who you are, without any apologies. Love your awkward personality.
You think of every moment you were told that you were selfish when in truth, all you ever did was give parts of yourself to everyone until you were empty
Love was never about definitions and lists because love, well, love is the best thing we do.
You will choose to work things out and you will always choose each other, no matter the odds.
It’s going to get better, I promise. I know promises are meant to be broken and no person should ever make a promise that they don’t intend to keep, but this is something I’m truly sure of.
Love is choosing to love them, even when they aren’t so lovable, especially then.