After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and sharing a soul, and you learn that love doesn't mean learning and company doesn't mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses are not contracts and presents arn'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 of your roads today because tomorrow's ground is to uncertain for plans, and futures have a way of falling down in mid flight.
After awhile, you learn that even sunshine burns if you get to much.
So you plant your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong, and you really do have worth.
And you learn and you learn...
With every good-bye, you learn.