it actually hurts (repeatedly &/or in the end).
I guess the good news is:
people can destroy you.
you’ll break – but you can be fixed. though you’ll never be the same again; the cracks will always be there. but the brightest of lights will shine through those cracks when the time comes,
and maybe one day, you’ll learn to care just a bit less, for your own good.
haven’t you heard? that “those who are heartless once cared too much.”
& those so-called cracks? those are your battle scars. without them, you wouldn’t be the person you are today.
(thoughts; A. 121213.)