Locked in my room and resting on my comfy bed, I always thought that it is so nice to be alone, because my experience led me to believe that people come in life to say goodbye.
Goodbyes are the deserted graveyard, where you can bury all the memories with that particular person and feel your own death.
When I think about the people who left me by saying goodbye or by giving surprise disappearances, helplessly I just say to myself:
“I don’t want to lose people that are dear to me. I don’t want to let them go, those that are near to me.”
But they just go.
I’ve lost many family members who gave me the best memories of my life.
I’ve lost my childhood crush just because that was my true-one-sided love.
I’ve lost those people who had inculcated a value of trust in me by letting me believe the word forever.
By cursing every single thought of death, I just say,
“I don’t want to lose people that are dear to me. I don’t want to let them go that are near to me.” There were people in my life who had my deepest secrets.
There were people in my life for whom I cared for, There were people in my life who stole the happiness that I gave them without bothering a bit to get a piece in return.
When life taught me a lesson that ‘Happiness in pieces gets scattered and lost, you must collect the pieces to make it whole’.
And finally when my collection resulted in the beautiful set of happiness
I was left with the words,
“I don’t want to lose people that are dear to me I don’t want to let them go that are near to me.”