You think you love someone, until it’s time to clean up their vomit, help bathe them when they’re sick, and hold them at 2 a.m. while they’re losing their mind and crying their eyes out. You think you love someone, until you’re three months deep into their depressive episode, and they refuse to eat, wake up, shower, be productive, have no ****ual appetite, and can’t even show love. You think you love someone, until their “unattractive” side shows up in the early morning hours, the setbacks, the loss of self, the distress, the hopelessness. You think you love someone? Wait until you’ve seen them at their worst.
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