Not too long ago, I didn’t believe in love. I mean, I believed everyone else was fortunate enough to find someone or to come across something amazing, but I just didn’t believe it would happen to me. I even found a journal in which I wrote “I refuse to believe in love. Until someone comes along and gives the word meaning, I will continue with this attitude, for it is only defined as an unexplainable feeling people assume is the world”
To contradict myself is something I don’t usually do but I can’t help it. When you find love, you find it. And I sure as hell have found it.