Sometimes time plays with us in this peculiar way. We have no power over this, so we agree to its rules and with a faint smile try to get used to the loss. Apparently some people are meant to be met this way - just for a moment of happiness, only for a couple of days of joy. Some smiles, laughters and (in)significant conversations. Or a dance in the middle of the roundabout, and maybe even on a pedestrian crossing...
And then - everything goes back to normal and they disappear as quickly as they appeared, leaving us with mixed feelings, as if our brain could not yet decide whether it chooses to miss or just to remember.
Probably this way we can appreciate those people more, knowing that even though they have only just arrived in our lives, they will also vanish again very soon. The irony of fate, we think. But perhaps it is a well thought out strategy. Does not such a deal prevent us from collecting bad memories and at the same time allows us to protect the perfect ones?
And perhaps this should be enough. Perhaps that is the way it is meant to be. It seems to me, or rather: I know now that in such cases less is always more and we should not dare to risk. Which is not easy at all.
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Is it possible that the loss of good memories is more painful than losing a friend?
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"Is it possible that the loss of good memories is more painful than losing a friend?"
- Possibly. Or rather 'lack of', in such case.
But I know something more painful.
Unfortunately.
Take care of - and treasure, remember! - the good moments.
I will do my best.
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