Love, I have realized, staring at the ceiling and listening to a
conversation I was never meant to hear, is not always enough.

Love is... caring, deeply,
if Like is a spark,
then Love is a flame,
and when there's Love on both sides,
that's supposed to be enough.

But Love isn't free.
It takes time, and work, and devotion,
and clear-headedness.
Love won't hold through
anger,
resentment,
and bitterness,
however misplaced
or well-intentioned.

A childish hope, built upon lessons from fairytales:
I want it to; I wish it did.