What I have found in my little journey is that love is a peculiar thing. One minute you're so in love and the next you're hurt, broken, and burned. Confused from manipulation, the air of possessiveness, anger and aggression that still lingers in the room. But while I figure all this out in my heart one thing I know is that there's strength in sadness and grace in vulnerability. Memories will always live and the pain stains your heart but the hurt you feel shall allow you to grow a better light.