Loving the wrong person is like a haunted house—you don't know something's wrong until someone tells you it's wrong. You think the whispers on the walls are normal, but the truth is, you haven't been safe in that place for a long time.
Sometimes, it's like you're reading in the dark. Every time you see a line that looks like a home, suddenly the light goes out. Then, you just sit there, heart open, book open, thinking, "Maybe if I try harder, I'll still see the story I want to believe."
But true love doesn't blind you or make you suffer. You don't have to adjust to the dark just to feel it.
And even so, I stayed. Through the unanswered calls, through the empty apologies, through the times when love seemed like a game. I stayed because they know how to make silence seem like a promise.
