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Lesson 1.
The hardest thing I have ever had to learn is that people will leave you. It doesn’t matter if they promised you they wouldn’t, if you were best friends, if you were in love, if you were married to each other— the second they feel inspired to walk out on you, they will.
I’m not good with people leaving, because I don’t fully understand why they do. I don’t like feeling alone, but that’s the way the world works, right? Sometimes people leave, and I understand why. We don’t have anything in common anymore. We’re really not close. We don’t even like each other. But it somehow still hurts the same, knowing that someone who used to care about you deeply doesn’t anymore.
Lately, my life has resembled a slow revolving door. People come in, we bond, we laugh, they make promises, and they leave. It’s everything I can do to keep from running after them, asking why and begging them to stay.
You are born alone, and you die alone. It’s inevitable. I only ever wanted to spend the time in between with people who never left.
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