Those three words...
"I hate you."
Those words we dread to hear.
The ones that break our hearts in half.
Those three words...
I love you.
Those words that we wait each and every day for, the ones we hope will come.
The ones that mend.
If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
1 Corinthians 13
