I’m starting to think love is almost hopeless. Love is never garunteed, you can never control another person, force them to stay with you. Even if you are married for so many years someone can still leave you, die, or find someone else. Even our things can be stolen, the closest things we hold to our hearts. Taken in a second to never be seen again. You can try to get things and people back, but once they’re gone can it actually ever be the same. Nothing is gaurenteed to us, nothing. I believe that the only thing we can ever be assured of having is ourselves. People can strip you of everything, but you will always have yourself, always.