There’s that thin line between loving somebody and loving to be with somebody.
I’m quite familiar of both. And I can honestly say that loving somebody is the most difficuly thing I have ever done, yet still do.
Unconditional love made its way through my veins. No matter how much I deny it, it’ll always be there. Living and breathing inside of me.
I used to be so afraid, unbearably afraid of being unloved when I know love exists in all corners. I was just too blind to see it.