I always believed that love was only meant to shatter you. Make you believe the impossible until the impossible is all you know. And then when the impossible is real, when you've forgotten who you are, forgotten everything that makes you you, only when the world is different and when you are different and things are shining the way you never knew they could-that's when love rips you open from the inside out. I always thought I could live without it. Love, my father once said, is the great destroyer of worlds. But that's all wrong.