Realize now that when your heart breaks you have to fight like hell to make sure you are still alive… because you are, and that pain you feel is life. The confusion and fear? That is there to remind you that somewhere out there is something better, and that something is worth fighting for.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
"I love you. Not the kind they taught you about and I didn't know this either but love doesn't make things nice. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. we aren't here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect--not us. We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and die. The storybooks are bullshit." - Moonstruck