There comes a time when you must open your eyes to the truth and realize those who left your life had their reasons.
The interesting thing is that the reasons are usually never what you think they are.
And those reasons usually have nothing to do with you personally.
Then comes the moment when you run across that soul once again. They cross your path.
A spark of hope comes to life. Then you think only of the good things. Only of the pretty picture without flaws.
How it could be this time. But you are still ignored. Still pressed away into their lost memories.
When you find truth it is up to you to decide what to do with it.
For a moment there was pain. Regret. Sadness. Feelings of not being good enough. A why not me sort of flow within the soul.
That moment faded away quite suddenly and there was just the past that remained.
That inevitable place that we need to teach ourselves not to dwell in.
Then the dawning comes....
Individuals in my past have proven to be neither friends nor enemies of mine, but we are strangers who share memories,
Good or bad, they are memories.
No new ones will take their place for strangers seem to pass through like a breeze.
