If it can be spoken, it is no longer a secret. True pain is that which takes root in the heart and cannot be shared, something one cannot even bear to think about.
During a chat with a friend, she said I seemed to know everything and felt at ease whenever she asked for help. I told her, "Make the most of it while you can, for there may not be another chance." She said my words made her feel a sense of loss. Sometimes, you never know when a goodbye will be permanent; all we can do is ensure we remember the good in each other.
If someone forgets me, I will forget them. No matter how busy life gets, I will strive to let that memory fade away.
I once thought I would never love again after that relationship ended. I don't know if I can keep that promise. I have unintentionally hurt many people, and although I want everyone to be happy, things often don't go as planned. I am afraid of being loved and afraid of intimacy, but I finally realize that I am just not mature enough and need to change.
Everyone's world is unique; the loves and hates we experienced will eventually fade into the distant past.
Being unique is a blessing; there is no need to force yourself to be just like everyone else.
Time flies like a white horse passing a crevice; looking back, the past has already changed from what it once was.