Don’t call me naive for falling in love. And don’t pity me for having a broken-heart. These are love’s condition and the risk I took for that chance at happiness.
Love is for those who can stand up after they’ve fallen. After they’re broken and ruined. It is for those who will open their hearts once more and welcome it either as the stranger they bump into around the corner or as the friend who has always been there.
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