
Love. Four letters. Easy to write. Hard to live. But hey, I tried. And every time I put this on, it reminds me—it’s okay if you mess up. As long as you’re still trying. That’s what love is. Not perfection. Just… effort. And effort? That’s sexy.

Love. Four letters. Easy to write. Hard to live. But hey, I tried. And every time I put this on, it reminds me—it’s okay if you mess up. As long as you’re still trying. That’s what love is. Not perfection. Just… effort. And effort? That’s sexy.