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The further you go, the more you have to be proud of. At the same time, in order to come a long way, you have to be behind to begin with. IN the end, though maybe it's not how you reach a place that matters. Just that you get there at all.
I realized how truly hard it was, really, to see someone you love change right before your eyes. Not only is it scary, it throws your balance off as well.
If you didn't love him, this never would have happened. But you did. And accepting that love and everything that followed it is part of letting it go.
The worst thing you can do if you miss or need someone is let them know it.
But that was the problem with having the answers. It was only after you gave them that you realized they sometimes weren't what people wanted to hear.
That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it's reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.
There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.
Are those the only options? Nothing or forever?
When I pictured myself, it was always like just an outline in a colouring book, with the inside not yet completed.
I knew that in the silence that followed, that anything could happen here. It might be too late again. I might have missed my chance. But I would at least know I tried, that I took my heart and extended my hand, whatever the outcome.
Because, if you could love someone, and keep loving them, without being loved back . . . then that love had to be real. It hurt too much to be anything else.
Learn everything you can, anytime you can, from anyone you can, there will always come a time when you will be grateful you did.