And this is how we must learn to love; without expectation or attachment.
You forget she may be all those things. But she isn’t you.
Sorry I can no longer put your needs above my own.
Find a girl whose contours do not snag beneath your touch, who has not traded her tears for thorns, her skin for armor.
Thank you for helping me understand men like you never change.
Hearts as valuable as yours were never made for careless hands.
Maybe you will find him. Maybe you won’t. Either way, it doesn’t matter.
What others choose to believe of us is not the truth. It is only their opinion. Only their judgement. Only the evidence of their unenlightened heart.