They say that love is blind; I say it is bullshit. Love is all-seeing and accepting. Love is seeing all the flaws and blemishes of your partner and accepting them. Love is accepting their bad habits and working around them. Love is recognizing the fear and insecurities you might have. Love is fragile and will shatter when it is not perfect. Love is strong and should strengthen each day. What is blind is when you tell someone you love them and not meaning it.
I am left to believe that Isabella only decided to come here to please me. Well, it has just kind of blown up in her own face. Unless she really wants to be here, this is going to be like a death sentence. She has committed herself for six years, and it is not like she can just quit and go home. Unlike her, this is my dream; it does sadden me that she won't be with me while we go through this. Guess that is why they call it a dream, for it most probably is only a dream to me.
