It's, somehow, possible that the amount of pain, suffer and madness it's equivalent to how much two people love each other? It is necessary to fight, be strong and brave, that much, to feed such a great love? It needs to be that proportional?

I remember being little and by looking at my grandma I understood that the life that was yet to come, wouldn't be easy, easier for some, harder for others, yet challenging for all. I've discovered that all the bad comes so you can find a meaning, you have to go trough the mud, the insanity and craziness in order to accomplish that place, that status, that greatness you've imagined. You have to seek under what's left of what you've tried to conquer. No one said love would be easy, not even with someone holding your hand, fearing what you fear, walking to the same purpose as you. You will love, be loved, make a mistake and forgive another... And you can choose to go through the hardness and build your roots or giving up just waiting and hoping life will be kind to you...

All the good things are hard, that's why it's much easier to fall down, to let a love story die. Yet I just want to have someone who prefers the hard and the bitter, instead of being pleased with the easier and the sweet.