We get so fixated on getting the love we want, that we cannot be consoled by the love we have. When our heart breaks, that somebody, who we really want to love us, somehow proves that they don’t love us. Then, all the people who do love us, run to our side and tell us how wonderful we are. Yet we remain consumed by heartbreak, ignoring the love we have and pining for the love we want. The people that love us the most, don’t even know what to say. They just hurt along with us. Whenever we are at our lowest, thinking that love isn’t working for us, love is working its hardest for us. Love is funny that way.