Breathes honesty.

Somewhere between heartaches and waiting, comes the chance to be found by someone who can show you that you don’t have to be just an option.

I mean it when I said I’d rather be hurt by the truth and move on than to live in a lie and to find out about it later in life and be hurt twice, that’s double the pain that I would be suffering.

And the truth is, I want to be happy most of the time, with the occasional arguments. Not be upset and insecure most of the time, with the occasional fake happiness that pretends to replace the swollen eyes. Why bother staying together if it meant that some day you’re gonna leave?

I have allowed myself to love what I love; and not have some nut idea about a perfect person to love. I choose to love and be hurt because I know somehow I will survive this, however hurtful it has been. I swear it was worse than hell.

Still sticking to honesty.

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