oh, love!

love. love. love. look at that word. who knew it could possibly hold all it does? it holds mental stability, comfort, everything good and bad. FUCK, love, it's the worst/best thing i've ever felt in my life. unfortunately it gets the best of us. we all have this idea of it, this set idea that it should be a perfect storybook, so we strive for that..and we don't realize it can't possibly be that way. so we get fed up and we stop trying. love should be its own individual thing for everyone. we shouldn't all expect the same thing with different people. but how do we make it work with all the imperfetions, getting all those preset ideas out of our heads? i don't know. i know i love you, and i know our love wasn't even close to being a perfect storybook. i guess we just have to keep trying. we can't give up, once we give up, it gives up on us. i just love you and that's it. it won't go away, it won't slowly fade. it will always be within me. i will figure it out someday and you will too. we just have to believe we will. there's no use in thinking we won't.

'cause this will turn out all right.

i'm in this weird writing mood.
it's theeee wine. o_O