“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.”
“We enjoy warmth because we have been cold. We appreciate light because we have been in darkness. By the same token, we can experience joy because we have known sadness.”
When I cry at night, the only thing I can think to myself is... "How can I seem so perfectly fine in the morning? Why do I smile like nothing is wrong? And how does not a single person notice that I'm not okay?"