There once was a place , a heart , a contact in the phone that was my escape from the world. There once was an option to hide in this place , to meet this heart , to tell secrets to this contact at even 2 am in the night. And then, we evolved. The places got bigger , the heart more in demand , the contacts more in number, less in time I asked.
Have you felt the loss of a friend ?
Have you talked ever about loss of the corners where you could step into and fade from the world ?
Have you often wished to just once be transported into that moment where you knew things are changing, and you could hug him tight and be hugged back with same intensity.
I suddenly realized that Not losses, but how we deal with them change us.
The losses will always be there , you lose some ; some lose you.
But have you stopped seeking those things , places and person any more ?
No loss is the end.
No end is always a loss.
The end or the loss is just anotjer chapter. Unless you write ahead, tjere will always be emptiness.
Keep love flowing.
Keep love coming to you.
Love the losses too.
They are sometimes a blessing and a necessity.