I once knew a person who believed in nothing. Who thought that being lost was the tragic fate of human kind. Who didn't forgive or forget. Someone who held so much power, but didn't know it. Someone that helped me through the fear, the loneliness, and the sorrow of the heart. Someone who was always there, through thick and thin.

But that person wasn't the person I thought. That person became a victim of the very thing he cured.

I once knew a girl who found life so overwhelming that death seemed to be the only answer. That unhappiness ruled the world and all that existed within its realms. But she believed in something. She believed in Love. She believed Love could save the world, that it was something that transcended time and location. But, ironically, the thing she loved so much was the one thing that could hurt her. If you knew this about this girl, you would know that love was a weapon.

I was that girl.

Love is like the electromagnetic spectrum. It occurs in phases and has two opposite ends.
Red... blue
love... sorrow
At a quick glance it may appear as a bright light that brings hope and happiness, but underneath there are many facets. In other words, love is never a two dimensional thing, it will always have its faults and a deeper meaning than may appear on the surface.

There are no in-betweens in love, once you have it love is all-consuming and replaces all thoughts and feelings. But once it is gone, it can turn to deep anguish and hatred never experienced before.

They say if you want to rid yourself of depression, picture a black balloon rising up into the sky, taking with it all your pain and sorrow. In the same way, if you ever feel hatred, or if you ever make an enemy, you need to try your hardest to release them. Only then will you have released yourself.

'If you truly love someone, set them free. If they come back to you, it was meant to be. Otherwise, you will find someone that will heal your heart from all the others that have toyed with it.'�

Oh love, thou hast broken our hearts. But there is something delectable about sorrow. Something beautiful that happiness will never conquer. Like the perfect crystal vase that smashes and scatters pieces of beautiful nothing. Catching the light and radiating.

Thou hast broken our hearts, yet beauty remains.

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