For all the times when love seemed to be nothing else but unfair, hold on. For in the long run, there will always be something worth holding on for.
Unseen at the moment but perhaps someday. One day. Soon.
Cry out all the pain and heartaches, let all the wounds bleed. Don’t bottle up your feelings cause it’ll only torture you. Take it all out, say it all out. Scream at the top of your lungs all the anger and let it be only until there, don’t let yourself do things that you might regret, one way or another.
At the end of the day, always forgive. Regardless of how unfair all things were once or a few times more, you have done your part. For the healing of a wounded heart is always one forgiveness away.