I looked at you for two and a half years
I didn't see you.

Undeniable chemistry and horrific timing. They love each other.

You were only there to be a healer. A fixer. To prepare them for the next love. Not yours.

Because you thought love was just gonna be there. You weren't taught that it had to be made, it had to be mixed, kneaded, recycled. Over and over, you have to keep creating it. Over and over with everyone you love. Over and over.

Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.

And love is always complicated. But still humans most try to love each other, darling. We must get out hearts broken sometimes. This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.