Love doesn't make things nice, It ruins everything. It brakes your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren't here to make things perfect. The snowflake is perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. Not us. We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and die.
I hate that feeling, when you feel hungry, but you don't want any food you see, and you can't figure out what food you want, and you don't think it even exists, but then you realize that what you want is to see the person you're missing.