About the shells, the pearls and memories

All loves are empty shells, all hearts are broken one day. But, when we find someone to lay on our side and count stars with us, it's like a pearl sprung inside the shell and made us forget about dark and lonely. I know you're afraid and I also am, but life came to be lived and if one day someone steals your pearl, you must have a certainty: you won't die and when you less expect, another pearl springs.
Our love is stupid, but it's good. Those who chose to hide from it for security don't hurt themselves, it's a fact, but also never count stars at dawn nor, in the end of life, have a necklace of memories to tell.