But I would have you know -- true love will break your heart many times, and every time.
How could it not be so?
Do you think you could step fully into the glory of it, and not be utterly transformed? And in the transforming and tempering, not be torn apart, if only to be remade into a better vessel? Love is an act of courage. Yet you must become unarmed - strip away the armor that you might have gotten so used to that you thought it was your skin. It will hurt. It will be messy. And it will be ongoing.
The secret is, if you would be open to this sort of Love, then you must also love the breaking.