People tend to say that love is blind – that if you love somebody, sometimes it's easy to be blind to their faults. It seems like that should be true, that if you love them enough, it's easy to forgive them.
But that's not love.
It's not like what they tell you – flowers and candlelight dinners and walks on the beach and sappy poetry—fuck that. Maybe it's because we're guys, but…everything is like how it's always been – just the physical and verbal abuse we throw at each other.
No, we aren't blind to each other's faults, but for a while, we were blind to our love.
A/N: Just a short drabble for my friend's challenge.