The names we give to people, the things we lay bare to them, are suddenly all a waste. Because in the end, you realize, there’s just you till the end of time. People, they will come and go. Some will stay for longer than the others, some will stay even after they leave. And some, you’ll wish had arrived sooner. But there are no perfect goodbyes. People leave without any warnings. They leave you much before you start missing them. In the wind, in the sky, in the way they would laugh, in the way they would make you laugh.
Then there will be you and those memories, crushing you and building you. And in spite of all the things you couldn’t have, in spite of all that you couldn’t become somehow, you are okay.