I don’t like people who run away when things get tough. I don’t run (unless it’s from chainsaws or zombies) and I don’t give up until all other options have been exhausted.
Running is a cowards way.
I may not be physically strong but it’ll take someone with Herculean strength, both emotionally and mentally, to be my rock instead of vice versa.
The one who won’t be a disappointment and a lesson on what happens when I try to lean on someone with a hollow, paper mâché heart.