Being in love is such a wonderful thing.
When you just start a relationship you feel like dancing and prancing and singing all the time. Everything seems beautiful, every obstacle is nil, you’re invincible. Whatever the people says or thinks about doesn’t matter, even if they’re your friends or parents.
You do whatever it takes to stay with him or her, to show him or her all your respect, all your devotion.
After a couple of years, however, is when the shit hits the fan.
True love goes beyond time or obstacles or anything. True love goes beyond adversity. Through sickness, through envy, through jealousy. It is all about loyalty, friendship, support.
Tell me you’ll be here with me. When I wake up, when I cry, when I feel lonely, when I’m hurt.
Tell me you still feel like seeing me even if we’re not spending more than an hour together. Tell me you still fell like calling just to hear my voice.
Tell me you still love me.
I miss you.
I know I’m such a load to bear with. I’m so depressed and mad and tired all the time.
I suppose you miss the old me. The smiling one, the happy one. The one who said "I love you" more often.
I’m sorry. I’m mad. I don’t feel like bearing this anymore. I didn’t ask for this, nor think I deserve it.
I love you.
More than anyone, more than anything.