There are people and people. Humans, I mean.
Sometimes, a beloved one turns one’s back. Is this changing the past? Does it change the personal interpretation of the previous relation? Is the departure changing one's internal beauty?
Sometimes, a beloved one hurts you repeatedly. Instinctively or not, both of you put some distance in between. Hurting continues. Do you reciprocate? Or do you ask yourself if one actually has a major problem, and you start searching for helping that person?
Is there a “correct” answer to these interrogations? A true truth?
Answers are coming, contradictory, stressing alternative perspectives. And choices.
You select the positive explanations. The optimist ones. Chemistry may matter or not. One will enjoy anyway a lovely person, if the case. Past remains probably unaltered; future is the one that matters. And caring means more than merely accepting the bright side of a relationship.
Then you smile. World continues to be wonderful. Despite fears and misunderstandings. Because people are wonderful anyway. As you like it.