We can pick our friends, but we do not always get to pick the ones for whom we love.
“When I say, "I love you," it's not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You're a hell of a person."
We must all learn to love, and accept the love of others. To treat that for what it is, and not squander it like it doesn't matter; Otherwise, all the stories will end the same, and we all fall down.
I fell down, but in time I got back up. Though I may carry a limp with me that will last, follow me, and haunt me for the rest of my life, I refuse to stop moving. While love itself will never fade.... ever.... I have chosen what to hold on to, and what to let go of. Sometimes letting go is harder.
I'm not looking back. I will fill the empty spaces with my own things.
The front door is no longer open, but locked.