In A World Where Everyone Leaves, I Will Be The One Who Stays

I will be the one who stays. This, I promise you.

I wont turn my back. I wont spin around and run like hell in the other direction. When our memories become clouded by arguments and our angry voices fill the air, I wont imagine a life without you. I wont pull away and retreat to an opposite corner. I wont wish for anyone else.

Because I know that we are both imperfect. And I knew this wouldnt be easy. I knew, going in, that we were young and restless. That we had dreams too big and beautiful. That we loved with too much of our hearts, but thats okay. I wanted smiles stretched across our faces. I wanted laughter that hung in the air like a morning fog. I wanted the way our hands fit in each others palms, callous to callous, crease to crease, warmth to warmth in a way that just felt right.

And Im not just going to forget that when things dont fall perfectly into place around us. Im not just going to chalk it up to change, to growth, to time, to two people drifting apart.

Im sick of the way the world loves nowlike its temporary, like it means nothing. We enter into relationships with endings on the horizon. We make promises to one another that we dont intend to keep. We hop from connection to connection, from person to person like were playing a game.

Were supposedly searching for the one but all were teaching ourselves is to find a way out when things arent perfect. Were supposedly pursuing real love, but all were learning is how to leave.

With you, I want the good days and the sh*tty days. I want the arguments and the raised voices. I want the stubbornness and all the ways we dont see eye-to-eye, and probably never will. I want the contradictions, the inconsistencies, the hypocrisies.

I want to know you at you worst, at your lowest, at your most unforgivable. And I want to learn to love you anyways.

And I want you to know me. I want you to know how I bite my nails, how I lie, how I dont always do the right thing, how I swear, how Im shallow and imperfect and downright b*tchy sometimes. I want you to know my sass, my selfishness, the way I fight fiercely when I think Im right, even if I know Im not.

I want you to know me, flaws and all, and still find a way to love me and my mess.

Because thats real loveloving someone for who they are, loving someone even as you fight and argue, loving someone when life is difficult, loving someone because you made a commitment to love them in good or bad, loving someone and not leaving when things get hard.

And so I promise that Ill stay. I promise that Ill be here. I promise that no matter what obstacles we face, Ill fight with you and for you.

I promise that in a world where people leave, where marriages fail, where relationships break, where love fades I told you I loved you, and I meant it. I’ll always mean it.

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