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Not all of them were meant to stay.

Some were lessons.

Some were detours.

Some were disasters with pretty faces.

Some were miracles that came too early.

Some were comforts I didn’t appreciate until they were gone.

Some were storms I walked into willingly.

Some were shadows I chased because I didn’t know myself yet.

And some… some were real, but real doesn’t always mean forever.

I won love when I wasn’t ready.

I lost love when I thought I was.

I held onto people who weren’t mine.

I let go of people who cared more than I realized.

I broke hearts.

I had mine broken.

I survived all of it.

And now, when a song hits — when nostalgia creeps in — I don’t feel regret.

I feel gratitude.

Maybe some regert and solitude.

Because every love I won and lost made me the vato I am today: a little chaotic, a little wiser, a little scarred, but still capable of feeling something real. And yeah, life is a two timing cheating dealer.