My friend and I were talking about past relationships yesterday, and about settling, and she said something that really struck a chord with me.
“If I’m walking out the door, out of your life, and you don’t get down on your knees and hold my legs and beg me to stay and beg to fix what you fucked up, then you never loved me at all. You don’t easily let go of someone that you love. That’s not love, that’s convenience.”
That’s not love, that’s convenience.
