She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second best.
It’s not that I believe that everything happens for a reason. I just think some things are meant to be broken, imperfect, chaotic. It’s the universe’s way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. That’s how life is. If everything was smooth and perfect, you’d get too used to that, you know? You have to have a little disorganization now and then. Otherwise, you’ll never really enjoy it when things go right.
Love is always a good thing no matter how much it hurts. Even after it’s over, even through the pain, anyone who has ever really loved will tell you that they never regretted a second of it, no matter how much it hurt in the end. And if you tell me differently, I will tell you that you were not truly in love.
This is why it hurts the way it hurts. You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache. You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.
Everything you love is here