From Lukov with Love

by Mariana Zapata

could and would happen, someday, some time. It was easy to take things for granted when you thought you had everything. But it was when you started taking the most basic things for granted that life decided to teach you that you’re an ungrateful idiot.

You are who you are in life, and you either live that time trying to bend yourself to make other people happy, or… you don’t.

sometimes life split people up. It had nothing to do with caring about someone less. It just happened.

The problem with hating lies was that when you wanted to fall into one, it hurt like a motherfucker to pick it up, hold it in your hands, and decide what to do with it… knowing either way it was going to ache.

Because it was easy to forget that love was complicated. That someone could love you and want the best for you, and at the same time, break you in half. There was such a thing as loving someone the wrong way. It was possible to love someone too much. Too forcefully.