Why I'm Still Fighting
Everything is okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end. So until everything is my definition of okay I'm not giving up. I am annoying and stubborn, but I think being so is worth it. If I believe this strongly about it, then there is no limit for how much I should fight for it. They say that love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear. If it's love then it won't end, right? Love is real and true, precious and pure, and it's forever. So I'm going to keep fighting because forever can't be over yet.