We are all broken. In some form or other.
We feel the need to believe in something ideal, in dreams, in positive thoughts.
But soon there comes a time when it all dawns on you.
There is no ideal.
There is no perfect.
And often nothing is at all like you hope it would be.
There is no prince on a white horse.
Nor is there a model-figure princess.
There is no magic to solve it all.
There is no clear reason for everything that happens.
Life is not as easy or as simplified as that.
We end up sharing out pieces of each other every time we open up to one another.
But whenever relationships end badly, those pieces are also lost.
And we are left broken.
Trying to continue life with the knowledge that we may never get what we want.
But despite being broken, we still fight to survive.
Because in the end, that is all we have.