Broken Hope

There are two types of true love in this world;

There is the kind of love that leaves you truly broken in ways you never thought possible. This is the kind of love that hurts and never stops hurting. It aches from the deepest parts of your soul and refuses to be ignored. It reaps your depression, feeds on your cloud of pain.

Broken.

There is the love so sweet and tender your heart aches in want of it. It leaves your soul more beautiful than you previously believed possible. It erradicates the memory of the previous love, and leaves a spark in your soul.

Hope.

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