The Mind of the Innocent

A young girl was running to her sister. Crying. Claiming she just had her heart broken. Her sister could not quite understand how she could have had her heart broken at such a young age. It was a childish thing to cry over and yet, to the little girl, it was everything.
"He wouldn't even look at me! I mean, what's the point of loving someone when they don't like you back? Why go through it all when they don't pay attention to you, acknowledge your existence or anything like that? Not to mention the trouble they cause. Seriously, WHY BOTHER?!"
Her sister looked her in the eyes and smiled at her immaturity. She didn't understand these things. Didn't get that sometimes the best thing you can have is someone to call yours. That the trouble is worth going through just so you can say "yeah, we're together now". Or that the attention they give you is all you need to be happy. She looked into the girl's eyes and said "You're right, what's the point right?" Her sister stared back amazed. She was hoping to hear comforting words rather than immediate agreements. But she went on. "Why bother at all?" She looked into the distance, thought of him and said,

"Because of the way they make you feel when you finally get the one you've loved for so long"