About this kind of love. That it is possible to love this much. That my heart could bear so much, from sadness to elation. Then to forget in the heat of battle, only to be reminded when the smoke has cleared.
She never told me that it is all about compromise. The things that used to be so important, like putting the toilet paper on a certain way, really aren't. It's about being best friends and being excited to see him at the end of a really hard day.
She never told me that even if something happens and I physically lose this love, it will hurt. God it will hurt, and I won't be able to breath for a while, but I will be okay. In fact, I will be better for having had the chance to love this much.
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i am so happy that you have known that kind of love. it seems to me it is the essense of life.
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