One of the most sincere forms of respect is actually listening to what another has to say.
The movie was phenomenal. Theres something beautiful about the idea of two people suffering from the side effects of death and yet finding that bit of happiness they have left to fall in love. It the deepest kind of love that matters. And the pain that demands to be felt. Because we don’t get to choose whether or not we get hurt in this world but we do get a say on who hurts us. Some infinities are simply bigger than others. Finding it in yourself to let go and fall in love, knowing it wont last long, is the most beautiful kind of love one can experience because its the deepest. And its okay.
I don’t understand why I can’t get along with my mom the same way some people do. Its like I’m in some sort of magnetic force field that just repels my mom. She doesn’t understand things from my point of view. We fight about everything. She doesn’t put effort in to try and understand me. She doesn’t know who I am. Theres something about the way she talks to me that is really annoying. She likes to be judgmental. She hates things about me that I didn’t know someone could hate. Perhaps she never really loved me. It was all just an act. And now she’s tired of acting. Or maybe I’m just seeing things for what they truly are. Maybe I’m the Bitch. Maybe I was a mistake for this family. Maybe some people just are meant to have a great relationship with their mom. And theres no one to blame but fate. Why is loving family, the hardest kind of Love to give?