With every trickling of clock I am getting away. Getting away from the things I adored for years. Getting away from the path I walked for so long. I loved some people, getting away from those gems of my life.
We can’t hold sand in our hand for so long, some relationships are like that. They come at a certain phase and are meant to leave at another certain time. No matter how much we don’t want them to go. They’ll leave from our motion picture. But they leave to make space for the new. Maybe for the better than before. Never be sad for who left. Be happy because they came and decorated your life with different colors. Welcome the new colors, new decorative arts. Remember they’ll also go but for another bunch of new and better.