Broken hearts hurt like hell.
And those responsible never feel the pain.
So why do we always keep on loving them?
I keep trying to remember what it was like before this all happened. What it was that made me so happy. And I can only think of one answer: him.
But even if I could go back and warn myself not to fall in love, I wouldn't. That's such a big part of me now, and I like myself much better because of it. I only wish he could have been around to see how much I grew from it all.
I wish he knew:
life lesson #8
Love with all your heart. Give them everything you've got and promise them more. Show them every day what they mean to you. Because even if it doesn't end up the way you wanted it to, you'll come out a better person in the end. And they'll know without a doubt that they were loved.
