domingo, 20 de junho de 2010

Love isn’t him calming you down when you yell. It’s him yelling just as loud, just as hard right back at you, right in your face to wake you up. It isn’t him bringing you roses everyday or “cute” things that make your relationship seem more presentable. It’s after a long fight, that drains the life and bones out of both of you, and yet him showing up at your door the next morning anyway. It’s not him saying all the right things or know exactly how to handle you. It’s not him caressing your hair and telling you everything is going to be alright. It’s him standing there admitting he’s just as scared as you are. You have to remember that with love, you’re not the only one involved. You unknowingly put your life, your heart, your soul into the palms of another person’s hands and saying, “Here, do what you will. Mash it into mince meat, microwave it and eat it or forget I ever handed it to you.”… that’s love.

That's Love

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