Love is a funny thing. You
expect it to be easy. You expect it to be
a world of laughs and perfect moments that you find
only in movies.
You expect him to always say the right thing, always
know exactly how you feel, or how to react to it. You
expect him to get rid of all of
your tears and he wouldn't dare cause any.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 a visible finish line to those
deeply in it.
Love happens
and it’s so incredibly
chaotic and worth
everything.
♥