Why is it so hard to admit that we aren't as strong as we think we are? That we struggle, mess up, trip and fall, and are far from perfect? Is it because we think everyone will leave us? Is it because it makes us vulnerable? But how can anyone love us if we're not real? How can it be love if it comes easily and requires no effort? If it's true that love never fails, then we are free to.
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