so much of adulthood is just grieving in secret. grieving ex lovers, grieving dead friendships, grieving your parents sinking into old age, grieving the person you thought you'd grow into. grieving cities you never got to live in. grieving parts of you that couldn't survive.
my mom once told me, there's a big difference between being liked and being valued. plenty of people will like you, but not many will truly value you. always choose to be valued