I have experienced lots of heartbreak in my life and so little love returned. I love so much for those who couldn't care less.
I wish I could stop but there's a desire in me to love and be loved that I waste my energy on the wrong people. I wish people looked like their personalities.
I wish we could know who was there to hurt us and who was there to help us. But I guess that's the thrill of life. Having to figure that out for yourself.
To experience heartbreak so that when you find the love you can love with all your heart. So you can appreciate and hold onto the ones who are there for the better.
The thrill of life is in the mystery and the excitement of finding what you so desire in life. When you get to sit down at the end of the day and think of how lucky and blessed you truly are.
The heartbreak, then, doesn't seem so bad. Almost like it's worth it.