Just thinking aloud. Love is a strange thing. Loving people who may not be the best in the world for you. Loving a parent who was never there for you, who did the bare minimum for you. Loving someone who doesnt consider you as much as they should. Loving someone who loves you back, but is so forgetful. All in all, its just strange what we can go through, and then when it is genuine love for someone, you can hate them so much at given points in time, but you still care and love and not want someone else. Its just. Love.