Love, Still

[twhitesakura]

I thought that love meant never fighting, meant giving one’s all for the other. But there is jealousy and heartbreak, and resentment. There is insecurity and weaknesses held in confidence and trust broken in anger. There is the disconnect of not understanding, of understanding too much, and hating that in others which we hide and hate in ourselves

Comments

[tiredbuthyper]

I love this. Love isn't as pretty as all the stories, but it's better, too.

[twhitesakura]

Thanks!