Sometimes I just want a nice boy who makes me happy when skies are gray.
I woke up with a smile on my face and pain in my heart.

Being in love is both wonderful and terrifying. You see the rest of your life through the rosiest of rose-colored glasses. You feel safe and hopeful and whole. It is the tether that holds your life steady and keeps you from floating away into self-doubt, loneliness, or despair.
What is terrifying is the prospect (or the experience) of losing this love. You begin to notice the cracks, the fissures, in those glasses. You begin to see the bits of yourself that you let get a little too frayed around the edges, the little corners of your heart and soul that you were convinced that he (or she) would fill with love, eventually.
Beyond heartbreak lies opportunity; losing your “other half” might help you see that you were never really whole to begin with. You have the opportunity to rebuild yourself stronger and more complete than before. It might take time and tears and struggle, but realizing that you deserve to love yourself fully and unconditionally is truly empowering.
A love that is thunderous and powerful, that fills every pool and inlet of my heart, that carries me through this winding river we call life.