What a Beautiful mess

“But love was always something heavy for me. Something I had to carry.”

“And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.”

“Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you was beyond my control.”

Maybe our love won’t be like the movies. Maybe there won’t be a grand ending, an airport run, a long embrace where the I love you’s come pouring out as fast as the laughs and tears. Maybe it’ll be as simple as breakfast on a weekday. You’ll be drinking coffee, I’ll be eating cereal; I’ll look at you, you’ll look at me, and we’ll just know.

If someone punches you in the stomach,“ he says, “it’ll hurt whether you were expecting it or not. So if the person you love stops loving you back, you’re going to feel the blow even if you saw it coming.