People are never who we think they are. They’re selfish. They lie. They change their mind. They will not pull through when you need them.
But guess what, you’re no better. I’m just as bad, too. So do we stop caring? Write them off? Burn bridges?
That’s one way to live. And the way of love is infinitely harder. But we do it anyway despite the disappointments, the hurts, the pain. Because people shouldn’t be disposable.
There is always much to gain when we think we have all to lose. Always.
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