When I remember my failed love stories, the love stories that started well but ended bad or the love stories that didn’t even start but somehow they made me sad, my soul fills with warmth and joy. That is because I love all my failed love stories. By loving for nothing, I have learned that failures are not just ends but mostly new beginnings. I have also learned that life doesn’t stop because of a man. A man can be the first one, but not the last one or the only one. Unshared love made me accept all my failures and start over easier. And I have realised that, what defines us, in fact, is the way we rise after we fall.
Life is amazing. Don’t even blink, as you might miss it:)