Everyone at some point in their life is gonna go through it.
We just avoid to know it.
Only if we did bother, we would save ourselves from getting hurt.
It maybe temporary but isn’t temporary pain more unbearable than that of a permanent one?
Love is just like that beautiful vase you bought at the store.
Then it breaks and you can never put it back together.
So what you have to do is move on, sweep away those broken pieces and get a new one.
Hoping the same thing wouldn’t happen again.
Oh how I wish love is just like the theory of a broken glass.