You know what the worst part is about being in love.
It's not when he never notices you or when he leaves and doesn't say goodbye. It's not when he comes back and doesn't tell you or when you don't see him as much. It's not when you finally confess and he avoids you or when he endangers his life without saying anything. It's that when you see him, you know that you're going to love him. No matter what he does or where he goes, you'll know that your going to be there for him.
That is what I told him when he came back. That is what I told my father and a million other people. That is why I am walking down this aisle in a white gown holding a bouquet of flowers. The worst part of love is why I spent 17 years of my life a shy girl. Now because of the worst part of love. I shall spend the rest of my years with the man I love.
You know what the best part of love is.
The same thing.
Tell me if you understand it cos I don't