People only see how fast I moved on. As if I'm player. As if I enjoyed getting my heart broken. They never see how I tried again, again and again, and again behind this omitted stories of mine. I loved. I waited. I cried. I panicked. I, lost myself. Behind this closed doors, I was the only witness on how broken I was. No one gets to question how I fix myself. I picked up this broken pieces of mine. I glued it back. I did it. All by myself.
Better to lose people not meant for you than to exhaust yourself trying to impress, love, help, and grow with people who never will be, sometimes holding them down is only holding you back.