How are you supposed to live with it? Love. It feels like life is a constant choice, longing or loss. Do you choose to long for someone you think you love, maybe you’re even sure that you love… can you live—forever—with that longing that doubt that pain? Or instead do you love them and deal with the loss. To lose them. Live every day with the possibility that any day they could leave or die or leave. But no matter what you’re going to get hurt, you are going to be left alone again.
Do those happy beautiful days make it all worth it? Or do they just make the inevitable loss more painful? Looking back on those happy days, after loss has happened hurts so much. Is it better to live with a dull ache of longing? Rather then have that happiness, to know those feelings, then see them gone, not sure how to live and be happy without them again.
Love hurts always. Love that burns with longing or stings your heart with a surprise of impossible denial. Those feelings that make you think you could never forget them. Never live without them. Never forget those days or those feelings. But the truth, the sad definite truth is that everything in life can break, everyone forgets.
My heart breaks everyday to prove this to the world.