"You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect – you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together. But if she can make you laugh, and admit to being human & making mistakes, hold onto her & give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break, a heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad."
I hate the way you talk to me, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit.