“Loving someone is like moving into a house. At first you fall in love with all the new things, then over the years the walls become weathered, the wood splinters here and there, and you start to love that house not so much because of all its perfection, but rather its imperfections.”

“Loving someone is like moving into a house. At first you fall in love with all the new things, then over the years the walls become weathered, the wood splinters here and there, and you start to love that house not so much because of all its perfection, but rather its imperfections.”

— Fredrik Backman