I can't tell my heart what to feel. I can't push it, he is too fragile. I wish I could find some kind of spell to put its pieces together, so that I can breathe without difficulty again. But there isn't, like there's no prince charming in a white horse that is comming to get you. Nothing is permanent here. Nothing. We want to believe that things last forever and that is what keeps our heart beating. And at the end of the day, there is what fills us up with the strength and what keeps our heart from breaking all over again.