Color my world
We forget that our parents were once our age; they had hopes and dreams, laughed and cried till the early hours of the morning and once loved hopelessly. Like us, they were once in the embraces of youth, which they thought would last forever. At times they infuriate the hell out of us, but underneath it all they are human. Human and hopelessly flawed. Dictated not by logic, but by fear and love. Give em a break. Forgive them their flaws. Please.
Could you imagine getting an apartment with the person you love. Falling asleep beside each other, and waking up to see that cute little dopey smile they make when they first get up. You’d never have a bad start to your day, because they’d be the perfect start.