“I love you to the point that I won’t go and would rather stay and understand you even if it makes me lose myself”
Can I still call it ‘Love’ if it hurts me?
People have said that loving and committing to someone isn’t all butterflies and fun, but rather sweet and bitter. Bitter since there would be moments where you get hurt, misunderstood, and just have these never-ending arguments that drift you apart. Contemplating whether you continue and communicate or end it before it even gets worse.
“But isn’t love for better and for worse?”
It would work if both would communicate and grow with each other. But, what if, I’m the only one growing? How come I’ve gotten so much ‘sorry’ where I’ve seen no changes nor improvements? How come I would just ignore her hurtful words that are cutting me deep every time we argue?
“It will be me who’ll even apologize that you’ve hurt me, because I love you.”
I’ll apologize every single time not because I’m wrong, but because I hope you would see that I love you deeply that I’m willing to lower my ‘always been high’ ego, in hopes that you would realize I am someone ‘worth changing’ for.
“I’m willing to guide you to be a better person because I would rather argue with you forever than start a new journey with someone else”
And so….I’ll be the man who won’t move elsewhere, but stay.
