We all lose people during our lifetimes. Some just die on us, others move to another place (or we do), and sometimes we have disagreements or fights making us go separate ways.
More or less the same counts for places. We move on for studies, work, or other reasons, and we say goodbye — to sometimes never look back.
As we change, and get “older and wiser,” often our interests and passions also change. We leave hobbies, work, and occupations for what they are, and embark on other things.
But today, when it comes to people, losing them has taken other forms. You see, we can easily keep in touch by e-mail, social media, and the like, wherever we are, but often it’s exactly that which intensifies our awareness that, over time, we’ve gone very distinct directions.
Often, at some point, there comes this moment where there’s simply “nothing more to say” but only repeating what has already been said. And that hurts.
Because we lose the ones we once loved and cared for. A second time.