The only love affair I needed to invest in right now was one with myself. Spend some time with me. Figuring out myself and why I picked the relationships I did. I was holding out my heart to me. Because I'd realised I was the only person who could give me a happily-ever-after.
That's the thing about love. However you have it, however you've had it--it never goes. Once it's touched you, it's touched you forever. You'll be permanently scarred by its brilliance. You can walk through the rest of your life with that wonderful knowledge ... Someone once loved me and it was beautiful. No one can take that away from you.
Real love doesn't mend everything. Real love doesn't conquer all. And, most importantly, real love doesn't require a happily-ever-after--that's not what it's about. But real love does change you. It moulds you. It burns your heart into a charred cinder that relights like a phoenix, stronger and more blazing than ever.