You can’t keep dancing with the devil and ask why you’re still in hell
Mostly it is loss which teaches us about the worth of things.
Years of love have been forgot, in the hatred of a minute.
I want to text you. Just to remind you that I’m still here. But then I remember that you know I’m here. You just don’t care.
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.