The last four months of my life have been the hardest. I've pushed myself to extents that I never dreamt of and did things that left people in my life wondering what the hell was going on.
I hurt myself and went around in circles and dug holes that I wanted to fall into. I wanted you gone so I could go back to being that person that I knew so well.
God damn, I just wanted to miserable because I didn't know what to do when life gave me so much to be happy about.
About a year and a half ago, I blogged about love and what it meant. And today, I think I finally understand.
Love is when your brother leaves chocolates on your bed because he finished the last box in the fridge last night.
Love is when your best friend yells at you from the other side of the world for being stupid.
Love is when he sees you in your most vulnerable state and still holds you like you mean the world to him.
Love is when your mother calls you every two hours for a week because you called her and cried on the phone.
Love is when he looks at you when you have a swollen nose and bed hair and tells you how beautiful you are.
Love is not always pretty, but it is beautiful. The fights happen because you don't want to let it go. There are moments when you just melt into a little puddle of goop because you're so touched by what the other person would do for you. It takes a lot from someone to love. But when they do, there's nothing that'll make them let go.
Its not a mystery. Its just something best appreciated without the questions and the analyzing.
Give it a chance.
I hurt myself and went around in circles and dug holes that I wanted to fall into. I wanted you gone so I could go back to being that person that I knew so well.
God damn, I just wanted to miserable because I didn't know what to do when life gave me so much to be happy about.
About a year and a half ago, I blogged about love and what it meant. And today, I think I finally understand.
Love is when your brother leaves chocolates on your bed because he finished the last box in the fridge last night.
Love is when your best friend yells at you from the other side of the world for being stupid.
Love is when he sees you in your most vulnerable state and still holds you like you mean the world to him.
Love is when your mother calls you every two hours for a week because you called her and cried on the phone.
Love is when he looks at you when you have a swollen nose and bed hair and tells you how beautiful you are.
Love is not always pretty, but it is beautiful. The fights happen because you don't want to let it go. There are moments when you just melt into a little puddle of goop because you're so touched by what the other person would do for you. It takes a lot from someone to love. But when they do, there's nothing that'll make them let go.
Its not a mystery. Its just something best appreciated without the questions and the analyzing.
Give it a chance.
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