Love

when someone else's happiness is more important than your own.

Eleanor: and you're okay with him dating her? All those nights you spent crying and all the Poetry you've written, every time you've come to me with the words, "I miss him" filling your mouth, you're okay with it?

Khloe: it hurts, knowing I wasn't enough. But I love him, and if I don't make him happy, then God bless whoever does.

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