“because there’s fantasy and realities, baby which one are we living in? when it hurts, will we still be the same two lovers all over each other? when it hurts, will we still see what we’ve got together, promise that we’ll never be temporary, ordinary? we should change people’s definition of love. so forget what you’ve heard, the only way that this will work is if you love me when it hurts.”—
i’m a train wreck in the morning. i’m a bitch in the afternoon. every now and then, without warning, i can be really mean towards you. i’m a puzzle, yes indeed. ever complex in every way. and all the pieces aren’t even in the box. and yet, you see the picture clear as day. i don’t know why you love me, and that’s why i love you. you catch me when i fall, accept me flaws and all. and that’s why i love you.
i neglect you when i’m working. when i need attention, i tend to nag. i’m a host of imperfections and you see past all that. i’m a peasant by some standards, but in your eyes i’m a queen. you see potential in all my flaws, and that’s what i need.
not going to lie, i am worried about tomorrow. i pray everything will go okay for my big sister. i mean, i know we have our moments; who doesn’t? but i love you so much. and all i want is for you to be fixed now. this has gone on too long. but, your family will be there to support you. all the way. and i will try to make you laugh. good luck lee. love you.