There is no such thing as the right person, there is the right person for a certain period of time and people leave, sucking out pieces of your soul and spitting it out, and that’s ok, that’s painful but predictable. Our biggest problem is that we choose to trust sadness more than we trust happiness, and that’s why we always believe more in being broken than in being mended because it’s easier not to try again, it’s easier to hide whatever is left of your heart and soul, it’s easier to pretend that you are eternally broken than to risk being broken again, but you know what, that’s ok, because things get worse and then they get better and then they get unbearable and that’s life, you end up getting unbeatable, you learn to duck when you must and dive when you should, you learn to live expecting death around every corner, and you learn how to come to life every time death slaps you in the face. Just trust in yourself more than you trust in sadness or in happiness all the same, trust that life is worth the risk and the resistance, and you -you- will be ok, even if things fail to be.