So when people leave, I’ve learned the secret: let them. Because, most of the time, they have to.

Let them walk away and go places. Let them have adventures in the wild without you. Let them travel the world and explore life beyond a horizon that you exist in. And know, deep down, that heroes aren’t qualified by their capacity to stay but by their decision to return.

“ Sweetie, he’s not worth it.
He’s not worth that extra heartbeat. Or the one your heart skips every time you catch a glimpse of him in the hallway.
Darling, he’s not worth it.
He’s not worth your tears that you shed thinking about the good times you two never had. Or sleepless nights when you wonder if you did something wrong.
No one did anything wrong. You didn’t. And maybe, neither did he.
Because honey, you see, sometimes two people just don’t belong together.
It’s as simple, and as complicated, as that.
“ You fucked up, and I said sorry.
“ You never know true pain until you’re hated by the one you love most.
“ I’d do anything to be enough for you
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