I never thought, I used to know.

People are fickle. We dress poor lies in glamorous words and hope we'll get away with it, for if we said what we really meant...

Truth hurts. No matter how small or big, simple or complex, it always tears through and at the end you're left standing without a piece of yourself. It comes like a hard blow, like a tornado of hurtful words that one cannot stop or predict. Regardless of how guarded we try to be and how much we pretend we're not affected, we end up having to pick up the pieces and start building afterwards, just like the consequence of an earthquake.

Sometimes, it's good when things end. Some happen just to teach us valuable lessons, mostly about ourselves. And then, occasionally, we have to learn that there's nothing to know, apart from what it actually is. No hidden meaning or resolution, just painful experience.

Most of the time, though, this part of life comes at a huge price, because whenever something ends, it takes away something precious. And it leaves behind moments that take forever to become blissful memories. Today, a private symbol of fondness and affection, tomorrow's blood, tears and sweat. We tend to forget this part, and try again. And that's alright.

For if we didn't try, we'd end up becoming empty shells of the people we use to be once. With every single person that comes and goes, we shift and change and evolve. And it hurts. And it's okay.

It's okay to grow. It's okay to learn. It's okay to hurt. And most of all, it's okay to forget and let go.