Pain is personal. It really belongs to the one feeling it. Probably the only thing that is your own.

Love is the cure, for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain until your eyes constantly exhale love as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.

You are the reason why even at the saddest part of my life, I smile. Even at confusion, I understand. Even in betrayal, I trust. Even in fear of pain, I love.

We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It’s one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it’s another to think that yours is the only path.

So if you can’t stay, walk away slowly. Rip the plaster off bit by bit, piece by piece. Because I’d rather feel that than nothing at all.