It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show from happiness. We learn so little from peace.
The love sickness, the sensitivity, the obsession, the flutter of the heart, the ebb and flow of the blood.
Love is the only force that allows us to hold one another close beyond the grave. That is why knowing how to love each other is also a way of knowing how to die.
When you compare yourself to someone you erode the part of you under revision and replace it with a fantasised perception of someone else