I found this poem in an old diary while reading up on my old relationships for my "boy bits" posts. I have no idea who wrote it because I stupidly didn't credit it in my diary, so I apologize for not knowing. I wrote it in there during an incredibly difficult time in my life, but I found it very touching even now and actually cried while reading it.
After a while you learn...
The subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn...
That love doesn't mean learning and company doesn't mean security.
And you begin to learn...
That kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead;
With the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn...
That even sunshine burns if you ask too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn...
That you really can endure, that you really are strong, and you really do have worth.
And you learn...And you learn...
With every goodbye, you learn.
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