In life, and in Love, this pain must be felt. The alternative is much worse. It's what makes us special, what makes us beautiful, what makes us worthy. It's the pain of how we love. But the pain is accompanied by something else, isn't it? Hope. With your pain, there is hope and that is what you are. Somewhere between agony and optimism and prayer. So, you're human. You're alive. And that is what we have.
[Brothers&Sisters]
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