Love is all-consuming. When you’re in it, it’s a beautifully imperfect high. Then when it’s over, you feel like you might die, like you can’t breathe or survive without them. But you do, you put yourself back together, and the pieces assemble differently than before, but they’re all the more beautiful for it. The places you visited together become happy memories, and the fights and problems fade until you eventually remember the good, not the bad. You become something new with their presence changing you for the better.
