At one point, Mae, you’ll love someone that time will stay still and distance will remain constant.
Although it doesn’t always mean that the person will love you the same way.
And sometimes, it will be you; the person who can’t love back.
At one point you’ll understand that love isn’t magic. That love takes and gives. That love means accepting someone completely with all the flaws, the bended and even the broken parts caused by someone else in the past. Love means accepting that some damages can not be repaired and some shades of color can not be repainted.
That love means accepting someone with all those unseen tiny holes inside, those tiny holes we can never get into, those tiny holes filled with other things we’re never sure of, those tiny holes that might be just empty.
And that someone can be yourself.