For every beauty there is a horror. For every love there is a loss. A husband who has lost his wife will live on to feel that emptiness alone. Love turned to pain. But yet in each teardrop is the memory of a smile. In this way pain is the proof of our happiness. There is a price to be paid, but that doesn’t have to mean it’s not worth the cost. When we feel all that remains is sadness, it’s up to us to remember there has been and will again be joy as well.