July 30, 8:46 pm.

I remember when I used to hate love. I used to think that falling from the Empire State hurt less than falling in love. But as you grow up, it takes you a long time to realize that it's not the love that hurts.

It's everything except the love that hurts. It's the rejection. It's the loss of someone. It's the betrayal. It's the hurt. The lies, the anger, the loneliness and the pain.

Love is something that makes you feel good. That makes you smile whenever you wake up.

It's something that completes you.

But what it has of beautiful, it has of unreachable. It's hard to find it. Hard to feel it.

You can't find it. It finds you. And sometimes, it can be the worst or best thing that can happen to you.