After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul. No matter how hard you might try to block them out, a lie is always a lie, no matter how prettily told.
After a while you learn that kisses aren’t promises, and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans.
After a while some things, however, are true, just as some trust, once it’s been lost, can never be won back, and the days that you got locked in, was the time to decide, because you learn: the day that you stop running, is the day that you arrive.
And you learn to accept your defeats with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child. You learn that you really can endure.