I’ve always believed that you’ve gotta be honest in a relationship before you can expect the person you’re with to really love you. That’s what it’s supposed to be, isn’t it? Having that one person, in the whole world, that you can just be completely open with, for the rest of your life.
Friends come and go. You leave your parents and siblings to eventually start your own family. And then, who really matters after that? I don’t know if most people think the same thing, or I’m the only one here.
But then sometimes I wonder, is love really enough? Is love, everything? I used to believe that love conquers all. But with everything else that’s bound to happen in this crazy lifetime, is it REALLY?
