Coming to terms.

I will not get sad,
I will not get sad,
I will shed no tears.
Feel no rain
Taste no rust

For things that
were always going to be
brief.

I feel like once you lose someone you care a lot about - once they walk away from you without a good reason - you stop caring about losing people as a whole. You don’t expect permanence or consistency. You question the motives of the ones who adore you, and you start looking for signs that they too might leave.