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You have to learn what you need to.

One day, you will wake up missing somebody, not because they leave you, but because you let them go. Sometimes people do not want you to let them go. People makes mistakes. You are people. But you will survive to that.

People sometimes go. And there are a lot of reasons for that. Sometimes you do not fill their gaps. You do not complete the empty spaces between their fingers. You are not enough for their expectations. But that is okay. You will also  survive to that.

Hearts can be broken. You can break a heart. People can break your heart. A lover, a friend, a parent, a sister or a brother, an animal, a stranger... all of them can break your heart and you can break them. You will also survive to that.

Crying sometimes it is okay. Crying in the shower, or in a public space, by yourself or in front of a crowd. Crying because you are happy, crying because you are sad. Crying because you are lost. Crying because you are not lost. You will survive to that.

But no one ever will tell you that it is extremely hard survive to a hand that gets away from yours, to a feeling that it ends, to a kiss from goodbye and a tasteless hug; to the last word of the last letter, to a trip that it never comes back.

People will never tell you that, for some reason, there are things which you can not survive.

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