Always be thankful to those who have abandoned the game, for your own sake or because you were not enough to them. They make you appreciate those who remained after the good, the bad, and the ugly. At first sight, you may think they were not supposed to get into your life, but after all they were just another lesson to be learned, another obstacle to take.

You know it is over and the best thing you can do is to thank them for the time they gave and let them go.

Those you should really care about are the ones who worry each time you forget to add a smiley face when you say you are fine. Who are aware of your fear of height or dark or that you hate beansprout… who knows you more than you know yourself even, remembers your phone number when you cannot even do, because numbers have never been your strength. But also, who understand your absences. Those where you fix the horizon, lost in your thoughts, prisoner of your past which you cannot escape.

Those who stayed, when others left. Who picked up the pieces after all the pain of the separations you faced. Who have let you live your life knowing how much your decisions will end by making you suffer, but who would be the first to support you in those difficult times.

Once, I said I would prefer to suffer being by his side than to lose him. He made me really happy. Every time we met, I felt like we had this strong connection. Something you cannot describe, you just feel it in your heart.

You can talk with someone for years, everyday, and still, it won’t mean as much as what you can have when you sit in front of someone, not saying a word, yet you feel like you have known the person forever… connections are made by heart, not tongue.

Each time we had a fight, we ended up by making up. I thought that maybe there was a reason to. But I was just wrong.

I just thought this time would be different.

I should’ve known I’d be wrong.