Because I’ve been sharing my story lots of other people opened up to me about their fair share of love and loss... I’d say my story pales in comparison. Different  strokes  for different folks as they say but the pain is probably the same. We also have different ways of coping and moving on but in the end it doesn’t even matter. ( this is like a line of a song, sorry so cliche) haha what matters is that we come out of it alive. (And kicking)  hopefully better and wiser and still hopeful and not jaded. Because there are actually 7 billion people in the world so you can restart and make another beautiful love story. Or if not, you can just love somebody really fabulous, you. Because it always start with you..