Wounds are medals of growth, but no need to thank

I used to think that the person next to me was the most reliable, but I found that the deepest wounds often come from the people I care about the most. Love begins as gentle as drizzle, but often ends in determination and indifference. He learned not to trust easily and not to open up completely. Time may dilute everything, but it cannot erase the scars. Growth is inevitable, but hurt is not worth being grateful for. From then on, he smiled in the crowd and remained silent in the night. He learned to be reserved, to be on guard, and to move forward alone.