Why do you even love her if she treated you so badly?” He said with confusion in his eyes. I sat for a moment, “I suppose because it was never about the bad times. She made me sad and she made me angry, and sometimes I couldn’t understand why she said the things she said…but none of that mattered. She made me happy, and she showed me what it meant to be in love. She was every hope and every dream I could have ever wanted. I love her because I fell in love with every part of her. Even the bad parts. Even the things nobody else would’ve stayed for.
When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability. To be alive is to be vulnerable.
—  Madeleine L'Engle