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 that you find only
in movies. You expect him to always say the right thing, and always
know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. You expect
him to calm you down when you’re yelling or to chase you when you run
away. You expect so much that you feel entirely, and utterly defeated
when something doesn’t exactly match up with all your plans. But that’s
the thing. Love isn’t a plan. It doesn’t have a certain beginning and
it certainly has no end or visible finish line to those deeply in it.

"You may not be her first, her last, or her only. she loved before, she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect - you aren't either and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there. "

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was dich nicht umbringt, macht dich nur stärker.