He had just broken up with me.
I
was sobbing on a park bench when my best friend finally
sprinted up.
She sat down next to me.
"Why do I even bother?"
I cried. "I should just give up now.
Love never, ever lasts."
My best friend didn't say
anything.
She just hugged me and pulled out some tissues.
We stayed like that for a long time.
And then she finally said,
"You keep bothering for the same reason everybody else does."
"What reason?" I
asked.
She pointed at two people, a few hundred yards away.
They were a tiny, withered old man and an equally ancient old
woman.
The man looked at the woman
like she was the most precious gem in the
world.
The woman looked at the man
like he was an oasis in the middle of the
desert.
"Love may end a thousand
times," my best friend said, "but the reason we all
keep going is because of that. The kind of love where
you grow old together, you know each other better than anyone
else, and you would both sacrifice anything for the
other.
The kind of love that never, ever ends."
After that, I stopped crying.
I didn't give up on love, just because a few boys broke up
with me.
I kept searching, all my life, for that kind of
love.
And you know what?
I found it.
Don't give up
hope.
and i remember that fight, 2:30 AM
you said everything was
slipping right out of our hands
i ran out, crying, and you
followed
me out into the street
braced myself for the goodbye,
'cause
that's all i've ever known
then, you took me by
surprise
you said, "i'll never leave you alone."
taylor swift,
"mine."