Love the broken ones. whichever parts of yourself you chose to pour into their emptiness seeps through, and you’re never lost in them. They never overflow with anything, and they pass by moments more frequently than moments pass them by. They have very little, so you’re left with very little to ache for and the sadness doesn’t last for long no matter how long it lasts. Love the broken ones, just don’t fall in love with them because they will not remember you; they cannot carry what they cannot contain. Love the broken ones and like everyone else, leave with nothing.