Love is fragile. And we're not always its best caretakers. We just muddle through and do the best we can. And hope this fragile thing survives against all odds.

La vida era como una canción.
En el comienzo, hay misterio, al final, hay una confirmación, pero es en el medio donde todas las emociones se asientan para hacer que todo valga la pena".

A joy as intense as pain

Change not only was inevitable, but usually brought its own rewards.

There are guys who grow up thinking they'll settle down some distant time in the future, and there are guys who are ready for marriage as soon as they meet the right person. The former bore me, mainly because they're pathetic; and the latter, frankly are hard to find.

I mean, if the relationship can't survive the long term, why on earth would it be worth my time and energy for the short term?