Life is just one long day separated into sections by sleep. Life never stops happening until you are dead. So whatever happens-love, grief, hate, shame- never disappears. It just gets easier to live with. It just scabs over, waiting for something els...
Loving someone means that you will inevitable grieve for them; love is an engraved invitation for grief.
Love is an engraved invitation to grief.
Men are always lost, they are confused and afraid, thus they are more trouble than they're worth.
