from the “love” thing.
“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 and to keep you grounded. It isn’t her or him bringing you roses everyday or cute things that make your relationship appear more presentable. It’s after a fight, that drains the life and bones right out of the 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 knowing exactly how to handle you. So no, 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.”
cause this is the real shit, and i believe every second of the pain.
& im happy and willing to do this every time we fight, because it’s worth it and i never want to lose you.
