Real love is about real life. And real life will never be constantly beautiful. Real life will never be breezy. Real life will never be perfect. And just like life, real love is a work progress. So don’t expect love to be easy. Don’t expect love to be perfect. After all, no one is. Nothing is.
One-sided love is not love. It’s torture. It’s waiting for something that might never happen. It’s looking at someone who doesn’t see you. It’s thinking about someone day and night while you probably never cross their mind.
Love is waking up laughing in his bed. After your first night together, just kissing and laughing and nothing mattered.
In a way, there is a thin line between love, and what seems like cruelty at first, but once we open up to the necessity of tough love, we learn.
You love her by believing in her with all your heart.
I don’t want a relationship that can’t be labeled, a connection that has no commitment nor promise of a future. I want someone whose heart I can hold.
She’s not a real friend, not anymore. Never really was.
I’m going to be real, I’m going to be here, and I’m not going to run.
Don’t look back and wish you could change parts of your past or erase time. Because time wasn’t lost, is never lost in loving.
The reason why it hurts so much is because it brings your insecurities and your fears back to life. It forces you to take a closer look and examine every flaw and every imperfection.