Know this.

Everybody loves differently.

Love, has a deeper, individual meaning than one might think.

There are different kinds of love.

The love for your family, your friends, your animals, your home, your memories.

And nobody has the right to deny anybody love, unless someone gets hurt and don’t want to.

Because it hurts as well. And it should.

Everything you feel, has a meaning to you because you got hurt at one or several points in your life.

And that gave you a deeper understanding.

“Fuck it hurts, I don’t ever want to feel this way again” and you try to not get hurt again.

You try to warn your friends. Even if they won’t listen. Even if you know better.

But that’s alright.

Because everybody should learn for themselves.

Nobody is like you, have gone through the exact things you have in the exact same order (just play along okay).

When I said I loved something 10 years ago, I didn’t know what love was. I constantly said “I LOVE this, I love YOU, I love everything about this!”

And I still do.

But there is one thing.

One person.

When I utter the words “love”…

They come alive

And I MEAN it.

All that I’ve been through, all the memories in the past, everything I’ve done, really.

Got me to this place where I stand today.

Beside you.

And when I say that I love you

It means that every single moment of my life

I’ve been waiting for you, for us

You’re everything I’ve ever wanted

And I’m the luckiest on this earth to have you


Jag älskar dig, M.

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