let me tell you about great love — a love so big, it rattles your very existence to the core. it bestows you with euphoria beyond measure, an unending high others spend a lifetime seeking. it swallows you whole, all too consuming. if you’re lucky enough, it’s eternally yours. you get to hold on to the red string of fate that intertwines souls together.

yet for the ones whom the stars never seem to be in favor of, destiny decides to cut the ties you had built a home in. one minute all is well, and the next, your world crashes before you.

but no matter the circumstances, no matter how difficult it may be, it is your duty to thank whatever reigns above for allowing you to momentarily experience this great love — a love so bright, a love so powerful that it could never be yours to keep. it was too risky to flourish, too explosive to be contained, too thrilling to be tamed, and too **** great to merely be left in the shadows of your existence, while the whole world hopelessly gazes, eyes glimmering in hopes of getting a taste of what you once had, or whatever you lost.

this love may bid you farewell, but one thing remains certain. it can never take away the lessons and memories that you have been blessed with.

so you hold on. you hold on to whatever’s left, even if it feels like a fragment of your heart has been held in custody, with no consolation and chance of ever returning. because at the end of the day, we take pieces of people, and they of us, in order to form the right kind of love, the love that fits seamlessly like a puzzle — the type that is gentle and kind, and leaves no traces of doubt. this is the very love that kisses you in the morning and makes promises meant to be kept. and this time around, it is the love that lasts.

although there is a great love that may never compare, the right love stays.