All I’m trying to do is be here for you.
You know? To be here for you through thick and thin. To be here when you don’t want to tell me what’s wrong. To be here whenever you say goodnight after the first text because, I know, I annoy you sometimes.
To be here for you when you hate me.
To be here to comfort and love you unconditionally, even when it feels like you hate my guts.
— @loveactivist // excerpt from a book I’ll never write #10