Moving On

I wanted to write so bad, but it was so bad even I hesitated to call it a writing. It was more than a rambling.
I dunno how many times people had left me in my life. People come, people leave. I even don't dare to say that true love does exist. Bad experience, I guess. So when someone come next to me, and I feel comfortable with them, I feel frightened too. What if they go away? What if they stop loving me?
Yesterday, I read a book, written by Raditya Dika, a writer from Indonesia, titled "Manusia Setengah Salmon". It told me a lot about moving on. That people have to move along their life. Kids grow up into teenagers, teenagers become mature, old, and die. We love someone, and move, and love again, and move again. We can't say exactly where we have to stop, because we don't know. We only feel that maybe it's the right time to move.
So, when someone stop loving you, when someone leave you, maybe it's time for them to move on. Whether you're ready or not, you've given chance to love them, and by the time they go, you can only make sure that you have gotten out the best from you. You can try to stop them, you can try to deny it, but the best thing you can do is keep moving on.
So, being left and disappointed is another life experience, huh? Chin up and smile. There are always good things waiting for you in new place.