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I Imagined What It Would Be Like To Hold A Butterfly In Your Hands Something Bejeweled And Treasured And To Know That Despite Your Devotion It Was Dying By Degrees.

What Made You Happy Once Might Not Make You Happy Now.

Nobody, Who Looks At A Shard Of Flint Lying Beneath A Rock Ledge, Or Who Finds A Splintered Log By The Side Of The Road Would Ever Find Magic In Their Solitude. But In The Right Circumstances, If You Bring Them Together, You Can Start A Fire That Consumes The World.

Things Break All The Time. Day Breaks, Waves Break, Voices Break. Promises Break. Hearts Break.

Here's What No One Ever Tells You About Love: It Hurts, Having Your Heart Broken