Sonnet 116 

This is for you .. a man much bigger and wiser than I said it some five centuries ago.  I wish you the best there ever was, and the best there is to come.

You have shown me what it is to be in love and what it is to have your heart shattered at the worst and lowest possible moment in your life.

The only reason I still am: there is nothing more left in heart or liver that can be broken.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

    William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)