Maybe, maturity is finding other ways to get what you want instead of wailing and sobbing about a broken heart in dark spaces.

Maybe, maturity is letting go when what you want doesn’t want you.

Maybe, love isn’t love at all. It’s a feel good moment, for now, with one who smiles at what you smile at; you smile together.

Maybe, it’s the same and all a distraction from the truest self to a settled version of one’s self for the sake of avoiding a void.

Maybe, life and love should be taken in moments and not doses, decades, and life spans.

Maybe, maturity is the dose of a moment being enjoyed entirely alone.

Maybe, I’ll just love my coffee and smile, in this moment.

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