We are born with the ability to love, yet we have to develop it like you would any other muscle in your body.
It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.
You forget all of it anyway… You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not… You forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved, and even the ones you actually did. They’re the last to go. And then once you’ve forgotten enough, you love someone else.
I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me.