There comes a point where you just love someone.
Not because they’re good, or bad, or anything
really. You just love them. It doesn’t mean
you’ll be together forever. It doesn’t mean you
won’t hurt each other. It just means you love
them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and
sometimes because of who they are. And you know
that they love you, sometimes because of who you
are, and sometimes in spite of it.
In the end, it’s better to say too much than to never say what you need to say
I see myself as a crayon, I may not be your favorite color, but I know someday, you will need me to complete your picture
