it's amazing to me how someone can love another whose heart has been crumpled. they're heart will never be the same. but somehow, love can mend that poor heart. they can flatten it out, try to remove the creases. but they will never go away. the divots won't be there, but the creases that recall those divots will remain forever. some may say that those permanent creases make someone not worth loving, because they have been tainted. but those very creases. they symbolize heartache that stemmed from a powerful love, this is true. but they also symbolize strength.
and no one wants to love or be loved without those heart wrenching experiences that gave them that strength within themselves to be able to love again. to be able to be loved again. i used to despise those creases. how dare they taint the new life i want. the love i wish to have. how dare they be there always to remind me of what once used to be. but now. now i cherish those creases. because without them, i wouldn't be able to do any of those things i wanted. there is no way i would be able to have this "new" life and there is, above all, no way i would have to the love that i deserve. you can't judge the bad of someone's life, because it gave them the ability to be who they are today.
