you've never lived if your heart has never died.

It doesn't make any sense at all, really. The animal instinct pushes us, as living beings, to act selfishly for the purpose of preserving one's self. So, in the essence, nature has defined love as utter stupidity. It's a disease of the heart that infects the mind and there is no protection from it. It slithers into your heart when you least expect it, wraps its long, spidery fingers around the unprotected muscle, and squeezes so hard that it infects every aspect of who you are within  a mere matter of moments. 

To fall in love is to give up your desire to survive-- you let go of everything you've ever known and you dive into dark, cold, unknown waters. There are only two possible outcomes: one, you'll be in love forever. Or two, your love will die. But to me, both ends are equally terrifying. Love is terrifying. It's not logical. It makes almost no sense at all.

And yet it's the one thing we long for the most in these lives of ours. For some reason, although it's the hardest thing you could ever endure, it is also the best thing. Love doesn't make sense, but in this world it doesn't have to. It's worth every stumble, every trip, every fall, every scraped knee. Because when it all comes down to it, you've never truly lived if your heart has never died.