Nothing is ever meant to be. You’re either willing to embrace the beauty and look over the flaws, or you’re not. You’re either willing to make an effort, or you’re not. You’re either going to get your heart broken repeatedly, and still come back for more, or you’re going to leave and never look back.

     
     
        The universe will not conspire to make something stick, and make you happy. You choose to make something forever. You choose it everyday, and question your choice the next minute, but you stay. That’s when something lasts. Not because it’s meant to be, but because you choose to stay.