I am convinced that love hurts. Love isn't glamorous. Love isn't always laughter and smiles. Love isn't always beautiful. Love is not walking away from someone even when you want to hate them. Love is answering a call in the middle of night just to listen to crying. Love is sitting in your car at night thinking of how to apologize. Love is not perfect. When you deeply love someone they are your person. They are the one that you need to tell your news to. They are the ones that drive you absolutely insane but you still want to hang out with them. Sometimes love means fighting. You have to fight for love. Because love is not easy. Love can be beautiful but it can also be ugly. Love is a connection. Love is natural not forced. Love is love.
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The Ramblings Of A Mad Woman
Short StoryThese are just random night thoughts that I decided to write. Every chapter is a new concept and thought wave.
