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Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy.You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments. You expect him to always say the right thing, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it and expect him to calm you down when you are yelling. You expect so much that you feel entirely, and utterly defeated when something doesn't match up with all your plans.
But that's the thing. Love isn't a plan. It happens, so incredibly messy. Its painful and devastating at times, but we can't live without it.
Love is after a long fight, that drains the life and bones right out of you both, and yet showing up at your door in the morning anyway. Its not him saying all the right things or knowing exactly how to handle you. It's him standing there, admitting he's just as scared as you are.
It makes us crazy, it makes reality invisible and it erases all the lines that we shouldn't cross. Because love isn't
about fencing ourselves in, feeling safe, feeling sure about the future. It's about scaring the shit out of every nerve, but pushing forward anyway. Because all the fighting and all the tears and all uncertainty is worth it.