It is easy to love when times are good. No flower has ever cowered from the light of the sun. It is effortless to open yourself to others when nobody has ever given you reason to be close. A heart that has never been broken is a heart unafraid.
Loving when times get rough is another thing. Only the foolish would continuously throw themselves in harm’s way. Those who find themselves loving again, until they have names for their scars and rainy days, those are the ones people call crazy, those are the ones people pity. But they must see something in loving that others don’t, they must feel something that others can’t, and even though outsiders may look in shaking their heads, calling them the poor things, maybe it is they who are the lucky ones.