After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and sharing a life.
And you learn that love doesn't mean possession and company doesn't mean security and loneliness is universal.
And you learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises. And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build your hope on today as the future has a way of falling apart mid-flight, because tomorrow's ground can be too uncertain for plans; yet each step taken in a new direction creates a path toward the promise of a brigher dawn.
And you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
And you learn to plant your own garden and nourish your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that true love always has joys and sorrows.
And you learn that through it all you really can endure, that you really are strong, that you really have value.
With every goodbye you learn.