When mean people hurt you, think of them as
sandpapers. They may rub and scratch you
painfully, but eventually, you will end up smooth
and polished while they end up worthless.
Love isn’t about luxurious things in the world. It
isn’t about driving a BMW, nor living in New York.
Love is about that someday, you two will be able to
reach your dreams, helping out each other. Love is
about trust, even if everything falters. Love is about
giving without expecting anything. Love is about
sharing happiness and pain as well. Love is about
accepting that person even if others can’t. Love is
about holding on, even if all else fail.