It is hard to choose love. But, I hope that you choose it anyway.
Sexual compatibility is important.
Love feels like comfort, love feels like I don’t have to say sorry when there is nothing to blame myself for.
Be the best bridesmaid or groomsman you can possibly be. Appreciate love even when you’re not in it.
You become so excited when he actually pays attention to you that you forget about how horrible you felt when he was treating you like shit only a little while earlier.
I love unreliable narrators. I love having to pay close attention to the words I’m reading to figure out whether I should take them at face value or whether they are complete bullshit. I love playing detective while I read. I love twists and turns and being slapped in the face by the unexpected.
Why do I find my heart opening up to you when you render me speechless all the time?
Turns out: if you love a succulent and didn’t know it, it needs more space than attention and water.