There comes a point where you just love someone. Not because they’re good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn’t mean you’ll be together forever. It doesn’t mean you won’t hurt each other. It just means you love them. Sometimes in spite of whom they are, and sometimes because of whom they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.
(via thelovewhisperer)
