There is nothing sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name.
You don’t give up on the people you love.
To have an honest love is to know the flaws inside and out, to be aware that nobody is perfect, and that the person on the other side of you is probably in contention for least perfect person of all. To know their little quirks and curves, to know they might have told a white lie to somebody else in your presence and to have known it was a lie the minute it slipped their lips. To know that nobody is always honest all the time–sure, we ought to be and we want to be, but for the sake of being polite and kind and conscientious, are we always? But an honest kind of love is a promise that no matter what, you will be honest all the time with this one person. Above everyone else, you will have chosen to be unfailingly honest with me.
And when you say I look nice, I want to say thank you, and I want us both to know the other means it from the bottom of our hearts.
Holy shit I am crying, this poor woman. Hate crime is disgusting.
:( life is unfair