Broken love

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"There is nothing so beautifully genuine as a broken hearted person's love. For, in giving it, they are saying, "Yes, I have burned to smoke and ash for the ones I loved. I have been devoured, slowly, then spat back out. And probability suggests you are likely to ruin me too. But here, have my heart. Take it. I'd like you to."

Love is nothing without heartbreak. And life is nothing without love. So we continue to love. We continue to encounter heartbreak... And yet, we continue to live.

I can't tell you how many times my heart has broken. I wonder if a scan would show all the scars of repair. I wonder if it heals stronger or becomes more and more fragile over the years. I wonder if the pain will ever... not hurt.

Heartbreak is like having your soul turned inside out. A sudden vulnerability to worthlessness. Or not capable of... magic. Adversely, heartbreak delivers great wisdom. It is in these moments of despair and sadness that we discover ourselves, grow stronger and mature.

Heartbreak also recognizes pain.
It hurts... because it was real. And that's huge in life. Much like adventure without passion, what is living without love!? I would rather know that something REAL and MAGICAL permeated my soul than *shrug*, nothing at all. Nothing validates nothing. Love validates LIFE.

 And isn't that what we're here for?

"Love hurts. But if you don't do it, you are bound by a mediocre life at best."