Maybe Let It All Go

“I've always thought love was a very heavy word, because it means accepting his messiness, accepting his flaws, accepting everything about him.”

She put a hand to her forehead, as if thinking something over, and said, “I've wondered so many times what kind of person I would fall in love with.”

Then she raised her eyes slightly. There was no trace of a smile in her gaze, and her emotions churned within her eyes, seeming more like pain.

“So it was someone like you.”

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