True love is real. But it's never a promise of living in peace as in a paradise nor happy ending. It's a constant battle. You don't get what you expect to get. That would be ridiculous. One minute you look into each other's eyes like nobody can steal him or her from you. Or you stay in his/her arms all day like there's no tomorrow. In another time you find yourself curled up in bed crying. In deep pain...out from deceits, concealed facts, repetitive lies, unending arguments, pride.
It's up to you to get your sh#t together. It's up to you to stay in a miserable situation. It's up to you to change your reaction. Would you rather be reacting or accepting?
This is what makes love the most splendid thing.
I shout out at this eiffin Love.
