something so innately raw about falling in love during a war. like you’ve seen the worse in me yet you still want me. you’ve seen me cruel, cranky, outright mean but you’re still here. you’ve seen me breakdown and cry until i’m sobbing and heaving but you promise to never leave me. like you’ve seen the worse of me but still continue to love me and you will most likely never see the best of me ever again (that was left behind when i entered the war). you remind me that we’re in this together and that we can build another best of us together. and then i remember that you too are just as broken as me and that i still want you at your worse as well.