Sometimes things just don’t make sense. It won’t help to write it down or work it out in your head. There isn’t anything you can do - when it’s over, it’s over, and you can only try to convince yourself it’s for the best.

I wonder if anybody knows why some loves die while others grow - why some love’s last while others slowly fade. Wen you find yourself up against love and it’s consequences sometimes the best you can do is just walk away.

Sometimes things just don’t work out. It won’t help to blame yourself, or blame anybody else. There isn’t any reason, it seems. When it’s over, it’s over, and we can only try to convince ourselves it wasn’t meant to be.