Love is not always happiness.
Love is watching the scars and bruises on your own heart like some art in the museum called body.
Love is listening the melody of your heart breaking,and sometimes even enjoying it.
Love is living while drinking your own tears instead of water.
Painting those memories on your body so you can see the people who are gone.
Loving your pain because is the only thing that they left you.
Living with your pain like you are friends since your birth.
You learn to live with it,because is the only thing that will be with you.
...forever...