"That’s why it’s love—it’s unconditional. Whether you commit a mistake or a hundred, I would still love you. They say the most romantic kind of love is the unfinished kind. The kind that will forever burn and mark your soul."
They say that, but it’s not true. There’s nothing romantic about unfinished love. Love shouldn’t burn. It’s not beautiful waiting around forever for something that will never happen. Nobody deserves that. Time is precious. Thing is, you could make more mistakes and I’d still feel the same way I feel about you as I do right now. As I always have. Love sucks because it leaves you vulnerable as fuck and you disregard what’s meant for your best interests and well-being.