Maybe things weren’t supposed to stay the same.
As much as we felt like we were the destination. In life we have to accept that sometimes we are just a pit stop, a rest house, or maybe just that stranger that stopped a while for a small talk.
The people we want to stay will not always be there. What will remain are the memories: lots of good, lots of weird, lots of sad and unpleasant ones. And that’s how the story goes, doesn’t it? The people in our lives were once all strangers. They’re there now because we let them stay. Sadly, one day they won’t be here because we either chose to let them go or they chose they didn’t want to stay.
The parting of two people is a story told many times now. It’s not something new, nor are the emotions associated with them. But just as how history repeats its downfall, the stories with an unavoidable climax, it will still ache. The feeling of betrayal and longing will make us go mad in thought. And why wouldn’t we be hurt? We were once their first but now they can’t even bear to look at us in the eyes.
Yet to us they’re still our number one. Just like how the algorithm in all our social networks put their names first, it’s also them that comes first to our mind. How sad that they don’t even know that. But after the pain, we’ll begin to realize that perhaps, a day without you might actually be better than a day of seeing you not want me. That breaks me, compromising my words and my pen in writing something other than your beauty. Then did I know that maybe this is better.
Then, finally we let go. We finally accept that we were not a person meant to stay in their lives for long, that we are just the strangers that listened to their stories and gave our opinions. My own words. But a residency wasn’t meant to be given. We finally take our stand, look them once more longingly, and turn our back to walk.
Yes, we have to walk. We have to move. To keep moving and find the right people that we want to give residency to our lives. The people who will choose the same, the unchanging ones who will choose us every single day. But what if we meet another stranger? Or worse, what if a stranger returns?
Well, I hope by then we’ve grown. We’ve learned and we’ve earned. Who knows, maybe this time they’ll be able to fill in the vacancy left in our hearts. But until then, you, me, let’s get through this every day. Let’s be the best strangers for our future residents.
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