Roses And Thorns

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-I used to hate that things were temporary.

I believe the best thing about life is that everything is temporary—people, places, us.

We're constantly moving, growing, and changing.

Even pain is temporary.

I didn't always believe that, though.

I thought that I would miss them forever.

At first, I tried to fake happiness.

I considered seeking revenge and acting petty, but eventually, I realized I didn't want to show that I cared at all.

So, I forced myself to stop caring and to break the habits that always drew me back to them.

I attempted to build a new home for myself on the ruins of our previous one.

I kept fighting the ache of missing them until one day, out of the blue, I caught myself singing happily, feeling the weight lift off my heart.

I was simply enjoying a song on the radio, the music blasting in the car, my hair whipping across my face in the wind.

I felt it deep in my bones. I felt more than just happy; I felt alive.

It was a pleasant surprise to realize that I hadn't thought of them that day.

In fact, they hadn't crossed my mind for a while, and I was enjoying songs I once believed would always remind me of them.

At that moment, I felt incredibly grateful—the universe had heard my prayers.

I was finally over them and no longer felt any pain in my chest.

It turns out, even pain is temporary.