No one ever tells you how much a heartbreak physically hurts. How it literally feels like you've been kicked down the stairs. How you can't swallow. How every muscle aches. How your heart lurches inside you like it's been poisoned. Nobody tells you that.
Real love doesn't mend everything. Real love doesn't conquer all. And, most importantly, real love doesn't require a happily-ever-after--that's not what it's about. But real love does change you. It moulds you. It burns your heart into a charred cinder that relights like a phoenix, stronger and more blazing than ever.
That's the thing about love. However you have it, however you've had it--it never goes. Once it's touched you, it's touched you forever. You'll be permanently scarred by its brilliance. You can walk through the rest of your life with that wonderful knowledge ... Someone once loved me and it was beautiful. No one can take that away from you.