Here’s what I know.

I know things don’t always work out.

I know life doesn’t last. Life is finite.

I know love survives death.

But I also know sometimes love doesn’t work out, doesn’t last, doesn’t live up to all of its promises.

I know bad things happen to good people.

I know all of this.

And yet I know this, too:

I know it’s still possible to be happy.

I know it’s still possible to throw yourself wholeheartedly into love, even when you know you could end up hurt, because what else are you going to do, avoid it?

I know people matter to other people.

I know kindness matters.

I know love is worth it. Every time.