Even when love is not enough... Somehow, it is.
Somehow you always knew no matter how far you've drifted away from each other, we would always find our way together back again.
Somehow I knew we're always meant to be.
I always thought that love would be constantly happy. That someone would write me love songs and stupid poems and everything they did would make my heart flutter. I thought that there was always one person you could depend on no matter what to be there for you. Someone who still cared for you despite all your flaws. Someone who could see the best and the worst of you and still think you were the greatest person in the entire world.
If that was love, then something in my life must've gone horribly wrong.
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Originally posted on ao3