Sometimes I find myself thinking I could be grateful to him for leaving. But β on second thought β no. Not at all! Because he doesnβt deserve it!!!
Iβm grateful to myself. For sticking it out, not giving up, and carrying on. Iβm grateful to the people who are there for me, who give me positive energy, and to whom I matter. Because thatβs what itβs all about!
Isn't it?






