Being attached to people is a terrible disease.

Once I was beautiful like an open window, all around was clear, then with time I learned to understand that everyone comes in need. When the need was over,
I returned home like anyone else, if someone spoke a little better, I thought I was loved, if I hugged, I was wrapped in love, even if I was hurt, I took it as my own, I used to be used by everyone who came.
Then one day I learned to understand that people get more when they get a chance and closed the window forever.
It is better to close the window that makes life beautiful