We always think that love is about the extravagant, about the things that sweep us off our feet. But we forget that love is about the getting used to, the putting up with, the living day-to-day. I remember all the things that I used to be obstinate about and think now that maybe back then, I was looking at myself through frosted glass. Not understanding that it was when we were in reality that we failed.
We always think that love is about the extravagant, about the things that sweep us off our feet. But we forget that love is about the getting used to, the putting up with, the living day-to-day. I remember all the things that I used to be obstinate about and think now that maybe back then, I was looking at myself through frosted glass. Not understanding that it was when we were in reality that we failed.
