I love my life and the ones in it.

I’m weird with relationships. 

I think I know what I want, 

and then I run. 

I think I run because I’m scared. 

I’m scared that I might get hurt. 

Or maybe I just haven’t found someone

 who I know is worth being hurt for.

Love is a funny thing. 

You expect it to be easy.

You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs 

and perfect moments that you find only in movies. 

You expect him to always say the right thing, 

and always know exactly how you feel,

or exactly how to react to it. 

You expect him to calm you down when you’re yelling 

or to chase you when you run away. 

But that’s the thing. 

Love isn’t a plan. 

Love is so incredibly messy.

Life is a challenge, 

and so is love. 

Things never come easy in life.