Somehow, the people you love the most always end up hurting you like hell.
And I’m not talking about one-sided stuff, no. I’m talking about relationships with substance; people close to you.
Whether it’s your closest friend, boyfriend/girlfriend, spouse or parents, when they say something sharp, it’ll hurt you way more than if it had been said by someone less important to you.
Oh, love hurts alright. There’s no denying that.
But then, I guess life would be pretty boring without all the ups and downs, wouldn’t it? Those little things – the fights and issues and all the twists and turns – are what really make up life and give it character.
Normalcy is so monotonous after a while…