“When my story’s told, how will they tell it?
Will they say I was a giver or will they say I was selfish
Will they say I was a sinner or pretend I was a saint
Will I go down as a winner, what’s the picture they gon paint
Wouldn’t say that I’m a quitter that’s one thing I know I ain’t ain’t
Will they tarnish, will they taint?
Glorify me, overthink, say they know me, say I’m great
Say I’m phoney, I was fake
Say the things about me they never told me to my face”—J.Cole (Farewell)
“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she lov
es you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there”—
After every fight, every argument, every heart break. At the end of the day none of it even matters anymore. Because you’d rather keep the relationship, and let the problem go. Not keep the problem and let the relationship go. No matter what happens, no matter how much it hurt. Nothing is more important than that person.