“After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security, and you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises, and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child, and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure… that you really are strong, and you really do have worth.”
— Veronica A. Shoffstall
Kisses aren’t contracts, and holding a hand is not chaining a soul…but it sure feels that way to me. Stares are not strings, and smiles are just smiles, and a hug might not mean anything at all.
When you’re happy with the little things, you get sad with the little things, too.
When you appreciate someone who doesn’t appreciate himself, you learn quickly just how painful that is for you. Even if it shouldn’t hurt you. It does.
Love might be love, but it’s hard without trust. Doubts eat away your hopes, and then love itself is nothing but a shell of what it once was.
Trust is easy to give once. Difficult to recover once broken and lost.
Love is never easy.
With you, it’s like being in a ferris wheel. I’ve seen a lot, felt a lot, seems routine, but always surprising with its every turn.