It’s okay if you become frustrated. It’s okay if you don’t understand how my mind goes to these dark places. It’s okay if you cannot relate to me. It’s okay. I know I am hard to handle. I know I’m unpredictable and emotional and hard. Love me anyway.
If you love her, let her be. Let her be as she is—strong and soft, gentle and passionate.
I want to be the one who speaks from the heart. The man who means each and every syllable.
Love, damn it. Love. Love wildly. Love fiercely. Love with all of you, and don’t hold back.
One day she’s finally going to see for herself just how shitty you really are. She’s finally going to see what everyone has been telling her all this time about you and she’s going to leave you, and she won’t come back.
