I believe that one day, someone will walk into my life and make me realise why it hasn’t worked out with anyone else. 

love

So here goes another rant. 

I’m all for believing in happy endings and destiny, despite getting my own heart broken on more than one occasion, but here is the real question; why is it that love is so beautiful and warming, yet it also has the power to break your heart and hurt you at the same time? I mean I know sometimes you set yourself up for a fall, but why does it have to hurt so much? It’s true what they say, “It always pours it down on those who deserve the sunshine.”