Nothing lasts forever. I used to think this quote only refers to love when I was younger. It doesn’t. It refers to friendships, to dreams and goals, to sadness, happiness, literally everything. Everything is a transition for the next stage.
My whole life I have been laughed at when I just suggest that I can be friends with an ex and when I do people always assume that I have lost my mind.
I am terrified of opening up again. What if I become that weak person again? What if I crumble into 1,000 pieces? Do I have the strength to rebuild myself one more time?