I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in peoples eyes when they realise they're in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up. I love .
I'm not sure if you truly ever heal after the loss of a loved one you just learn to live life without them, and I will never be whole again. I will learn to live with the emptiness of the hole in my heart.
"love is different. love is choosing to serve someone in spite of their filthy heart. love is patient and kind, love is deliberate. love is hard. love is pain and sacrifice, it's seeing the darkness in another person and defying the impulse to jump ship.