But I’m beginning to realise that pain is the whole reason we live. We hurt and love and do it all over again. Otherwise, why are we fighting so hard every day to make the most of the life we have? Love doesn’t have to be grand and beautiful; it can be this, a man willing to fight for you, willing to show up every day and put in the work. Life isn’t perfect—fuck knows I know that better than anyone—and it hurts you over and over, but I truly believe it never throws more at you than you are willing to endure, and you’ll find a shred of happiness in the chaos. You just have to be strong enough,
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