We gloved, we loved. 

We paired, we cared.

We quit and we split.

We were on an adventure and just like that we're a stranger. There's no rush if it's right. You don't even need to push with all your might. You'll grow within; with the pain, you're healing. Even if you're to be blamed, it's ok, there is no shame. Love isn't about fault. Learn to take everything with a pinch of salt. As long as you know you love with the fibre of your honest being.

Wish them well, wish them greatness, of their well-being.