And somewhere there between lonely nights, prolonged conversations, shared laughs and private tears, I'm supposed to find a meaning to all of this. All of us.
People come and go, in and out of your life, to make you see the world in a way you never thought to look at it.
But you made me see myself. You taught me how my lips curve into a smile whenever I see those eyes twinkle at me. You taught me how happy I can be, if I just put myself out there and have the courage to dream.
But you also taught me how fragile I am and how easily tears flow down my cheeks onto my pillow at night.
And maybe that's the meaning of us. To make me realize that people are never just good or bad, but both at the same time and everything in between. People are people. Even the best ones. Even you.