If there’s one thing I’ve learned,
It’s that some things are temporary.
Actually,
Maybe,
Most things are temporary.
Lovers come and lovers go.
And there’s no harm,
No foul.
Each experience graces us
For a reason.
Oftentimes for reasons unknown.
But somehow,
It leaves us better,
Brighter,
And bolder than before.
But also,
Sometimes,
Darker than before…
Colder than before.
A bit bruised and weary,
But that’s okay.
Because in life,
All things wax and wane.
What matters is how you bloom.
How you flourish.
How you remain sane
Lovingly,
Analise
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Thank you for reading, and for crossing into The Diary of Analise Devereaux.


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