“True love doesn’t have a happy ending, because true love never ends.”

How can love make you the happiest & saddest person all at the same time?
Why do we love some, not for who they are, but how they make us feel?
Why does love let us see an imperfect person perfectly?
Is letting go an act of love?

Would I rather be alone than lonely with a broken heart?
Is it over when the happiness of another is no longer essential to your own?

“Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes, That they behold, and see not what they see.” -Shakespeare
Sonnet 137

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