the power of nostalgia
you just have to accept that people outgrow each other.
that lives can intersect at only a single point sometimes.
and people lose touch, unknowingly, but necessarily.
there are people whom you'd rather keep, but who seem the hardest to hang on to.
people whose lives you'd want to get drenched in, whom you'd want to dance in the rain with, but you just watch from the other side of the window.
there are moments you need to remind yourself were real, as if yesterday was any less real than today or tomorrow.
how can we all be headed in separate directions?
that lives can intersect at only a single point sometimes.
and people lose touch, unknowingly, but necessarily.
there are people whom you'd rather keep, but who seem the hardest to hang on to.
people whose lives you'd want to get drenched in, whom you'd want to dance in the rain with, but you just watch from the other side of the window.
there are moments you need to remind yourself were real, as if yesterday was any less real than today or tomorrow.
how can we all be headed in separate directions?