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 witherings, of tarnishings.
Be careful what you say. You can say something hurtful in ten seconds and ten years later the wounds are still there.
History will treat me right.
Growth is painful. Change is painful.But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.