The people I love the most, for some reason, always end up being the most painful lessons I have to learn.
I don't think I will ever truly understand how that works. Or why life has to be that way.
The ones I've loved more than anything have also ended up being the people who are the reason I'm having to still learn how to love myself more than anything or anyone else.
They are the reason that I'm having to go through the process of learning to love myself enough to walk away, remove myself from those situations, and let go. No matter how much it hurts. I deserve better.
They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. A phrase I find to be far too overused. And maybe it is true. It doesn't kill you. But it doesn't always make you stronger. It breaks you, makes you numb, and turns you cold. It changes you.
