Sorrow is how we learn to love.

We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I’ll never forget a single moment of it. I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that it’s over. I’m not angry. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I had tried to imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong. What I need now is a dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. I was smiling yesterday; I am smiling today, and I will smile tomorrow. Simply because life is too short. Letting go doesn’t mean that you don’t care about someone anymore. It’s just realizing that the only person you really have control over is yourself.

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