“Well, that’s not real love. That’s fairy-tale love. Now, I know that shit isn’t real. Love takes work. It takes a choice to commit to someone. Day after day, night after night. Sometimes, it hurts.” “Hurts? How?” “Because, when you love someone, you want them to be happy. No matter what. No matter what that means for you. Even if it means you aren’t in the picture anymore. That’s how you know it’s love.”
