Wait for It

by Mariana Zapata

My mom had always said you could tell a lot about a person by their eyes. A mouth could be formed into a million different shapes, but eyes were the windows to a person’s soul

My grandma had told me once you couldn’t make someone love you or even like you, but you could sure as hell make someone put up with you.

Real love was gritty. The real kind of love never quit. Someone who loved you would do what’s best for you; they’d stand up for you and sacrifice. Someone who loved you would face any inconvenience willingly.