After a while,

you may learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul.

And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning,

and company doesn't mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren't things,

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 all your roads on today,

because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans,

and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while,

you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,

instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure...that you really strong.

And you learn and learn...

with every goodbye you learn.