Love is..

Love is something different. Love is choosing to serve someone and be with someone in spite of their filthy heart. Love is patient and kind, love is deliberate. Love is honest. Love is hard. Love is pain and sacrifice, it's seeing the darkness in another person and defying the impulse to jump ship.

Love, what is love?

Applause.

And I really don't know when you will learn to do it. Did you even think of what should be done, for the slightest bit? Even if things were already sour, does it have to be worse? Don't you know the politically right answer/action? I clap for you.

Hurt vs disappointment.

I didn't mean to hurt you in any way, I'm just tired of myself, disappointing you. Again, and again. I really, really, didn't mean to cause any pain or hurt. For you, for me, for us. I am sorry.

Maybe by making you hate me, is the only way I can let you go.