Love is sacrifice.

I dont get myself. It hurts to comply sometimes but the pain of not agreeing hurts so much more. Sometimes you forget why things happen how things go by why life throws you so much shit at once that ((before you even realise it)) youre a whole other person.

Ive learnt never to enforce but to guide, that theres no need to completely solidify but be fluid sometimes. Afterall love is about sacrifice. Love is the comfort in the knowledge that no matter what happens how we turn out, someone will still be out there loving you. And Ill still love you.

Im still learning. Teach me. Teach me to love you well, teach me to be the best man I can be.

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