Against All Odds

We share a reckless, toxic love that feeds the brokenness in me, in us. Our love is an addiction. A love that I won’t ever consider living without.

It doesn't come in pretty packages. Sometimes it dents and bruises and does things it regrets, but it also forgives, shows mercy, and supports. It soothes and fights to the death.

We're still dealing with the consequences of our actions. The people you drag down with you never go away. You have to pay a penance for your sins.

..real love pulls through in the toughest times. it doesn't give up. It heals wounds.

I love you. I’m addicted to you. Sometimes that love borders on toxic.