Not everyone who breaks us are terrible people, but there are more important people out there who love us, make us happy, and treasure us; family and friends, those who love us for who we are, those who would be there for us at our worst, and those who would hold our hair back after a rough night of drinks.

Don’t demand me to define what the significance to love someone is. Perhaps, I throw the word love away like they were the keys in the love lock bridges, abundant as it seems, but no one throws them back.