There is nothing more dreadful than the habit of doubt. Doubt separates people. It is a poison that disintegrates friendships and breaks up pleasant relations. It is a thorn that irritates and hurts; it is a sword that kills.
I guess relationships are just funny like that. It’s impossible to figure out why some work out and others don’t. Why someone can be so imperfect and still be the perfect person for you. Maybe, in the end, it’s not about changing to the person you care about. Maybe it’s about learning what you can live with. Or maybe it’s really about learning what you can’t live without.
The Book of Luke by Jenny O’Connell (via slowdownnn)