People might believe that they know everything, but fuck, who knows the truth? No one. You’re going to die. You’ll be lying down next to the person you know the most in the world, the person you’re going to grow old with. And you’ll be next to this person in the middle of the night and you’ll be asking yourself a ton of questions because, shit, no one ever knows the fucking truth.
I think that’s just it. The fearlessness of falling in love for the very first time, the boundless trust you deal out, the ideals of happy ever after. I think you only experience all that once. Thereafter, you’re careful. You fear rejection, trust comes so much harder and happy ever after becomes only something you can hope for. I don’t ask to be your first love, how could I fight fate or time or circumstance. But what I ask is in spite of being careful, in me you find it in you to be fearless, trusting, and in me you find your happy ever after.