“If you’re looking for the word that means caring about someone beyond all rationality and wanting them to have everything they want no matter how much it destroys you, it’s love. And when you love someone, you don’t stop–ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy. Even then. Especially then. You don’t give up, because if I could give up, if I could just take the whole world’s advice and move on and find someone else, that wouldn’t be love. That would be some other disposable thing that is not worth fighting for.”
Sometimes I think about this, and I struggle to decide how I feel about it. Yes, love is something that’s too strong to easily overthrow, but I also think that there’s a fine line between love and obsession. I don’t believe that it’s impossible to let go. I don’t believe that true love is never broken. Things end, and that’s okay.