Love is something we wait for. We imagine our first kiss. Our first sex. Our first 'I love you'. But we never imagine our first heartbreak. Maybe its too painful to imagine.
Its the losing of love that makes us who we are. The lost of our parents, of your most beloved, who we thought we might be, of your innocence. Those losses are perhaps our first step into adulthood.
Life gets more complicated.
But its also filled with promises. And the possibilities of opening your heart to new beginnings.
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