I thought I was alone.
I thought I am alone.
I thought I would always be alone.
Until I looked into my little brother’s eyes.
Someone who knew me better than I knew myself.
Someone who loved me more than anyone’s ever loved.
Someone who taught me things I didn’t know I needed to learn.
The truth was there.
The truth is there.
The truth will always be there.
He is that someone.
Anonymous: What do you do when your heart’s the only thing you have, and the one you want to give it to breaks it, and passes it back to you?
JADE: You take it back with open arms, fix it up, tape it back together, glue it where it belonged all along. On the left side of your chest, never to give it to anyone ever again.
ANONYMOUS: Right, never to give it to anyone ever again. What do you do about the tears already dried up and the pain subsided for a bit. And you still want that person back? Does it mean you don’t love yourself enough?
JADE: Means there’s someone worth loving more than you could possibly ever love yourself?