So Ive observed people saying that bad memories hurt beyond repair. I wonder why reality is contradicting. The best memories hurt the most. Its when a person leaves, you know that the same song wont ever sound the same as it once did. The same words will never mean the same. The same laughter will be nothing but pretension. The same, will never be the same. You will never be the same. So we think about why people leave, why do they choose to move around so quickly that it becomes even difficult to realize the pain they give away, or why does it even happen in the first place. My answers are bitter, but gulped each day. People dont choose to leave. Maybe, people choose different people, and that kills you more than anything. No, that doesnt mean you were a bad person. Being a good person wont make you prone either, I swear. Summer is beautiful for its ice creams. Winter is beautiful for its sunlight. Autumn is beautiful for its shade. Spring is beautiful for its haze. Same are people. Beautiful in multiple ways, and just like all the seasons, coming in and going out. Cry. Cry when they go because they would never be back, and you know how youll miss the whole essence of those tiny moments stick back in time, like a stamp on a letter which never got delivered. Feel. Feel for them because there was a time when you were falling so hard and they turned out to be brave enough to lend you a hand when you expected nobody to be aside. Relive. Relive all those moments of sheer jest and belonging which might never return to be the same sources of pocketed happiness, but be haunting holes of forgone happiness. Say, If you ever get a chance, say it all. Every word of gratitude to acknowledge a past the people once gave you. I know its difficult, but it helps.
Posted on: Tue, 22 Jul 2014 08:51:48 +0000
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