If we learn to love someone for their imperfections that reflect our own, we eventually appreciate the thought that even the most beautiful things are damaged

If we learn to love someone for their imperfections that reflect our own, we eventually thought that even the most beautiful things are damaged

A wounded heart that loves even more is immortal, it only survives and blooms time after time. If you happen to live in it, there's no safer place in the world than its beating.

I hear them say "Why do I miss someone I haven't even met?"
How about not missing someone because it feels like they've been with you all along?

Oh Love, whenever I hear your name, I hear the heartbeat of every lifetime all at once. I feel the heartbeat of the universe the way I get extreme earthquake shocks but completely safe

Like petals what's beautiful is often delicate. Take care of the ones you love by not holding them too tightly