Never mind, we were never meant to be.

I had caught myself up in the false idea that it was somehow meant to be. And I had probably held onto that much longer than what we lasted. What I certainly believe is that everyone that crosses your path has something backing it up.

Perhaps its objective had already been accomplished, and all it had to do was teach you. And those lessons you will realise throughout life, not all at once. 

First of all, it taught me about myself; about the dispair I feel when things don't go as I expect. But how to manage my way through a troubled path.

It taught me how things might have put up differently and when we turn around everything is upside down, and how we can't turn our back to problems. Facing challenges and struggling is part of the process. 

How are we meant to appreciate the good if we haven't gone through the bad?

The comfortness of holding onto what is willing to let go is often a late reaction, but shouldn't we be more alert of that distance?

What I am certain of, is that what has to be finds its way, and what isn't will just fade away with time. 

Sometimes we just rely on what we are comfortable with, we keep looking back for answers and explanations as to why it didn't go as planned. We look at photos and we re-read old conversations hoping that things come back to the way they were. But we should forget about what was left behind because it is only somehow torturing you in the craving for that specific moment, and anchors you to the past. Healing is a slow process they say, but unless you stop pouring alcohol into those wounds they will never recover. Just because the past taps you on the shoulder doesn't mean you have to look back. 

V.