As you grow older, you realise that some people are friends because you saw them five days a week. And growing up means being okay with that. Maybe you still mourn over the time you spent together — after all, you’ve always been a sentimental person. But you accept that some people are temporary, that people get busy, that people leave when their time is up.
I used to think love was meeting someone who’s exactly like me, the male version of me. So when i met, and lost, that person, I thought I would never fall in love again. I was convinced i would never meet another like him. Maybe i won’t, but maybe that’s not what love is about anyway.
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