Love is such a weird thing. It sometimes can hurt. Sometimes you love the wrong people. Or the broken ones.
I prefer the broken ones, because even though they are hard to love, they are like art.
They know how it feels like to be alone, so they make sure you dont feel that way. And when they fall in love, they love with all of their hearts. Sometimes you have to wait for them, but its worth waiting for.
So love is a weird thing, because it makes us feel. It makes us wish we hated that person for not talking to you, for breaking us, for being online and ignoring you.
It also makes you wish you were next to them, under the night sky or the pouring rain just dancing. Everything at peace.