For all the times when love seemed to be nothing else but unfair, hold on. For in the long run, there will always be something worth holding on.
Unseen at the moment but perhaps someday. One day. Soon.
Cry out all the pain, heartaches and all the wounds. Shout out all the anger and let it be only until there.
At the end of the day, never forgive. Regardless of how unfair all things were once or a few times more. For the healing of a wounded heart is always one forgiveness away.