Love is always being there...
Love is always being there for him when he loves another.
Love is waiting for him because you will never love another.
Love is never giving up on him because to give up is to move on. And that’s something you can’t imagine doing.
Love is seeing him everyday and being his best friend but inside your dying because he’ll never love you like he loves her.
Love is the only thing that keeps you going. Love is and always will be a place where everyone is afraid to go and get hurt.