Why do you like me?
You scowl at my jokes.
You cringe at my intelligence.
You tune out my beliefs.
You obsess over my mistakes.
Why do I like you?
I laugh at your jokes.
I admire your intelligence.
I listen to your beliefs.
I forget your mistakes.
The greatest complication of love is not being able to read minds. Any word could be a lie, and you have to put enough trust in another person to believe that they would never say anything but the truth.
Hearts change, and people change. Admitting that to yourself hurts, but it's needed. Sometimes I wish he would stop being what I don't like, to go back to the way he was, but... that's not fair to him. No one should ever tell you to be something else. Accepting someone as they are means that you love them. Wanting something different means... well... it just isn't working anymore.
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