It is; it really is—but love? No, love is not fragile at all. It’s long-lasting, bone-burrowing, and unshakeable. Real love doesn’t snap or fizzle out because of circumstances and tough decisions. It doesn’t just dissolve because you want it to, because you beg it to. Those things only make it hurt. Those things only make it sink deeper, until you’re choking on that love. Suffocating. Bleeding out while still breathing. Love latches on to you, consumes, and then it haunts you. Forever. Love isn’t fragile. It’s fucking shatterproof. Unfortunately, our hearts are not.
