It all starts with a heartbreak, when your love streams down on your face in the form of tears. And then, when you're empty and your cheeks are dry somebody new will come and you'll fall again. As though love is an endless well and once you're inside, you're never truly free again, spiraling down all the way to the bottom, where all the tears that you've cried through the years had formed a pool of bittersweet water. A pool that softens your landing, water splashing on the hard walls, as you make the last fall of your life. A fall that doesn't hurt anymore. A fall that means you've found a person who drops you a rope and pulls you out. Only to push you back after the happy years you thought to be forever. And then you start again from the beginning, tears filling the well as you make your way closer to the bottom. Love is an endless cycle. You just need to find the one who drops you a rope and gets you out. And will never push back.