“It makes me so sad to think that life is so full of goodbyes. You meet someone, enjoy their company, spend time with them, become vulnerable, open your heart and pour out to them and bleed to them and they to you, you learn and remember all sorts of little details about them like how they like their coffee or their favorite song, you grow a deep love for them, but eventually, that love fades away. It becomes a mere memory. The feeling is sometimes still there but it’s an odd feeling; it’s a feeling that once was, instead of now is. A shadow on your heart. Your respective lives naturally go down different paths, and you’re just supposed to be okay with losing what has become a part of you. You’re supposed to be okay with saying goodbye. And you do this over and over and over again, through multiple different people, and each time you wish you didn’t have to. You want so much to say, can’t we just stay like this forever? Can’t we just stay here, together, and never lose each other? Maybe, please, can we have just a little bit more time?
But that’s not how life works. You have to move on, carrying the wounds of a crippled heart. The pain of a lost love.” -anonymous
