Love is weird.
It saves you and it breaks you.
It creates the most beautiful moments in life and it also creates the moments where you discover yourself in the pain.
Alaska wondered when we would ever get out of this labyrinth, and I think the answer is never.
The things who make us who we are, the people who have caused us pain from the beginning of our existence, they effect the whole of it.
These things make you over invest and care too much, just because you yourself never want to cause someone the pain that the person did to you with the first straw.
Again, these moments are beautiful.
They are painful, but would we rather be in pain than stuck in nothingness?
Beautiful people cause these moments, and it's the beautiful people who hurt the most.
The ones with the beautiful souls and the already broken hearts.
They ache to find it, they ache to mend it for a second.
They ache to never cause anyone pain as they have been caused.
And in the end, even the ones who hurt these people, they struggle to move on from them, because after all they were both beautiful people.