Victor Hugo said that the greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved — for ourselves, or rather in spite of ourselves..

Songs, quotes, advises are written so nicely and undeniably promising… is it as promising as these songs we hum? quotes we read and live by? advises we’ve listened and taken?

i used to define love as both my admission of strength and my admission of weakness.. lavishly spoken, unfamiliar with how it really is..

until you…

until you i found the phrase’s truest sense, the deeper meaning on how to be feeling it.. living it.. in its truest sense you are indeed my admission of strength and weakness…

…. knowing there could have more than this life with you could offer.
……. i may be better off all of these we are into, but either way it is going to be difficult to breathe…

despite all of these things, i would still chose to be with you..
……with the moments you made me extremely mad, you are also the very reason that made me extremely happy.

…. you are my definition of love in its truest sense, every step i took with you has its cause, and all these things we are doing just kept on making sense everyday,

and what we are to become is the answer to this difficult love..

at times when the admission of weakness calls, the fight to stand firm with admission of strength lingers..

…..there could be nothing right without you..

……… it is not right if not you..