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You never really prepare for how violently fast it can be too. We end a relationship or friendship on a Monday morning, and by that afternoon you've seen something that reminds you of them. Tuesday comes and you hear their favorite song. Thursday night you see a stupid video that you know they'd love. A week passes, a month, or even a year and you get better and move on and forget and then you hear their name on a TV show and you're brought back to them and you realize their birthday passed and they're older now and you don't know them anymore.
i have always known this. that people come and go. but it was only recently that this statement really… struck me. i guess that no matter how much you want people to stay in your life, sometimes it‘s just inevitable. though it was hard at first to let go of ‘your person’, i also realized that relationships are maintained by more than just one person. so no matter how much you want to keep those people in your life, to save the relationship and connection that you have, at the end of the day, they also have a say in what they feel and what they want. and if what they want is to be out of your life, then the best thing that you could do is to accept and respect that. it’s the best thing that you could do. not only for them, but also for you.
Dec 31, 2024

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