They say love is a beautiful thing, but I disagree; I think that people fall in love because they are addicted to pain but they think that because they call it love, the pain is justified. Love is not patient, and certainly isn’t kind. In a moment, love can rip through you, making you feel a thousand feelings you’ve never felt before; that’s not what I call patient. My love for you can bring me to tears, it can put me on my knees, it has the power to destroy me. You have the power to destroy me. Does that seem kind? Love is pain. I love you with a passion that nobody on this earth could ever fathom. And that hurts so f***ing much. It hurts more than anything. But after all, you'e my favorite kind of pain.