They say that when you love, love with all your heart. Give as much and never ask anything in return.
But when reality struck and crack you in between. All the bits and pieces, specs of dust and minor flaws seeps in.
It splits you apart.
In the end, you find yourself broken with parts missing or left behind with the person you have attached yourself into. Either in blocks or in residues.
How much part of you is left and can be fixed? How much damage can each blow cause? How many more trials can you withstand to truely give in or fight to win?
You can't look for your other half and expect to make a whole, if you can only offer a quarter of what is expected.