I don’t want someone who doesn’t know pain. I don’t want someone who doesn’t know what it’s like to suffer, what it’s like to hurt, what it’s like to feel like you’re the only one dying when everyone else is living.
I don’t want someone who’s never been weak, I don’t want soemone who didn’t learn how to be strong — or how to survive. I don’t want someone who doesn’t know what it’s like to be alone because they will never understand how to appreciate people, how to appreciate friendship and how to cherish love.
I don’t want someone who’s used to getting everything they want, who’s used to breaking hearts and getting away with things that other people work hard for.
I want someone who understands rejection, someone who has been haunted by loneliness and someone who has been broken before but still knows how to love.
I don’t want someone with an easy past or an easy childhood, I want someone who struggled to become who they are today, someone who grew up to be a better person despite all the hardships they had to endure.
Because when you pain, you know love.
And when you know what it’s like to be broken, you’ll try your hardest not to break anyone’s heart.
And I want someone who understands my pain, my brokenness, my struggle to become who I am and the pieces of me that won’t make sense to someone who doesn’t know pain.
I need someone who suffered too. I need someone who knows how to feel, who knows how to be compassionate and who sees the tears behind someone’s smile.
But no matter what, I don’t want someone sheltered from agony and suffering, I don’t want someone who claims to know what love is if they don’t know what heartbreak is.
Because broken hearts, ironically, love the hardest and broken hearts, ironically, can make you feel whole again.
Part of me will always be broken and it takes another broken part of someone else to complete mine.
Maybe when two broken hearts meet each other, they mend each other. Maybe it takes two people hurting to heal each other.