There comes a point when you just love someone. Not because they’re good or bad or anything, really. You just love them. It doesn’t mean you’ll be together forever. It doesn’t mean you wont hurt each other. It just means you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.
Doodle # 80
28 Apr 2010 / Reblogged from kidaokagee with 247 notes
I miss your drawings as much as you miss what I write.