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I've lost a few things in my life, but most of them has never been to death. There are a lot of people out there who count their losses bigger than mine, and I would have to agree with them. But just because a loss is bigger doesn't mean it doesn't hurt when it's not as large. I found out very recently, maybe a few months ago or so, that change happens and I am supposed to accept it, and when I do, things get better and you learn to make the best of it. Mostly what I've lost are people. They didn't die, or get sick, and some did move away, but most drifted away from me. They moved on to their lives and I moved onto mine, they started to meet new people and have new best friends, things like that. I can't say I haven't overreacted when that has happened to me, but I can say that I have moved on, and today was the first day it fully really, hit me. That I will probably never be as close to these people ever again. That the people I loved so much long ago are actually not the same people anymore, and I am not the same either, and that we're not the same together. Some things never change, but most do, and that, I guess, is the point. At first I was very sad, I'll admit that. It broke my heart when I finally understood this, but now I think I am going to be okay. Because we've had our good times, and even though those good times can't go on, there will be other good times, I am sure. You've just got to believe in that, if nothing else.