Love is not control. Love is willfully given and received. Love does not rush people who are broken. It’s patient and kind and long suffering.
He was the worst kind of wrong. He was so wrong it felt right, and that made me feel completely out of control.
Letting go doesn't mean that you don't care about someone anymore. It's just realizing that the only person you really have control over is yourself.
Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.