Everything But Up

The love here is not the fairy-tale kind, where everything is easy and beautiful. It's the kind where you argue until you're red in the face, but then you still put the kettle on and find a place next to each other on the sofa. The song smells of tired hands, shared breakfasts and the habit of not giving up. It's not about ‘forever’ in the spirit of postcards, but about how small scars and quarrels form a strong bond. Just two people who could have left long ago, but for some reason stay. Because sometimes love is stubbornness, only in its best form.