The Long Way Home

You don’t get to choose who wrecks you. Love just shows up, uninvited, screws up your plans, and suddenly, you’re in too deep to turn back.

And more often than not? It doesn’t go how it’s supposed to.

Because the real ones, the ones that hit like a freight train, don’t come easy. They crash, burn, and somehow survive it. They fall apart before they ever get the chance to be what they were meant to be.

But when it’s real? You don’t lose it. Not completely.

It weathers the distance, the silence, the bullshit. It waits. Because some loves? They don’t fade. They don’t break. They just take the long way home.

And those are the only loves I ever want.

Because she is the only one I want.