The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack.
I adore the struggle you carry in yourself. I adore your terrifying sincerity.
But then I realized I was holding onto something that didn’t exist anymore. That the person I missed didn’t exist anymore. People change. The things we like and dislike change. And we could wish all day long that they didn’t, but they always will.
When a relationship is over, leave. Don’t continue watering a dead flower.