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.

she says she loves me … but can she accept me for all my flaws?, never. If she can barely accept the beginning of it how could she accept the end?; love? nope just infatuation, at least i know that those three words meant the world to me and i meant it.