Life was messy. Always had been and always would be and that was just the way it was, so why bother complaining? You either did something about it or you didn’t, and then you lived with the choice you made.

First you will smile, and then you will cry -- don't say you haven't been warned.

We are not perfect. We make mistakes. We screw up but then we forgive and move forward.

In our time together, you claimed a special place in my heart, one I'll carry with me forever and that no one can ever replace.

She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.

It all comes down to who is by your side and who is willing to stand up for love even when it seems impossible.

Love is fragile. And we're not always its best caretakers. We just muddle through and do the best we can. And hope this fragile thing survives against all odds.