Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.
Love, possibly the most powerful feeling capable of any creature. It branches out into euphoric sensations to the lowest form of misery any single person can endure. Love really has no limits on anything.
We fight for whats worth fighting for. We argue over things because we care. No fight is for nothing, because in a sense, when we fight, we are fighting for each other. I always believed that I would rather fight with the one that I love, every day, than have it all fine a peachy. When we fight for what we love, there is this fierce passion that flourishes within the heart, within the soul, for that one thing we love. No matter how badly things may become, I always believe that it's worth fighting for.
I seem to be rambling on tonight. Last night, and this whole day was a very long and extremely tiresome day for me. I spent a lot of the time fighting and arguing with someone that means a whole lot to me. It takes a lot out of me, personally; the constant feeling of things not being right, of things not being perfect. I don't want things to be perfect though. When things are perfect, there is no fire there; there is nothing to fight over. I'd rather fight with you every single day, than be "perfect" with someone else.
I apologize for the complete and utter random-ness which is this blog.
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