What happens to a person when they love someone who doesn't love them back? What happens to the soul of someone who believes in another such that they would pour their whole self into the dreams and hopes of someone else, and it's still not enough? What happens then? Does that wound ever heal?
Sometimes things don't work out; they just don't. Sometimes it's easy to find a way to rationalize, a reason, an answer. Then there are times when no explanation can be substantiated, nothing strong enough to carry a wounded heart into healing. Sometimes we have to carry our own wounds, and keep on walking.
We are all searching, aren't we? Searching for something, or someone, that can satisfy us, fulfill us, make us feel good with ourselves and with the world. What is it that makes me feel good about myself? What makes me feel right with the world? I don't know yet. I, too, am still searching.
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