Good love is the way in which we love them — it’s us loving their very being, us loving their essence, us loving their ups and downs and imperfections and dumb complaints and irritations and short-comings and differences, for fucks sake, us loving their decisions — each day.
Most of what we think of as “love” is bullshit
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And I couldn’t do it anymore. I still love him, but I had to save myself before I could care anyone else.

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