Hearts break. They aren't immune to pain, nor are we. Illusions fall apart and leave us with preconceived misconceptions of how love works, that we're all rainbows and puppy dogs, when the exact opposite could be said. There are thunderstorms, huge ones that fill the sky with booms and jagged flashes of light. There are vicious guard dogs ready to tear us apart the first wrong move we make.
It's inevitable, you see, that with all this "happiness" we will find sadness. There will be sorrow. There will be pain. If you open yourself up completely to someone, you reveal to them your most vulnerable parts and trust in them that they won't stab you like they should. Humans are very "me first" thinking, so anything acutely selfless is nothing short of a miracle.
I want happiness. I want to find love. I want someone to accept all my flaws even if I bug them about theirs.
With all of this negativity surrounding it, why do we fall in love? Why do we risk getting so hurt we're barely able to function? Because if you can find that happiness, if you can hold onto it for three months, a year, twelve years, it changes you in positive ways and things you can't take back. You're morphed into a gorgeous butterfly with smiles and hand holding. You can't take back metamorphosis, though it's one step closer to death.
Paths, you see. We all walk along one or two or seventeen, and inevitably things happen on these paths, but it's good. Even if it's bad, it's good, because it's something to overcome. Pain makes us stronger. Pain makes us... happier. We recognize the good once we've truly seen the bad.
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