Over the last few summers, I've developed this horrible tradition of losing people. And it's made me all ~angsty~ and ~tortured~ like Peyton Sawyer***. (Just kidding. My angst was mostly pretend and temporary.)
I always thought it was selfish for people to leave, to sever existing relationships for the off-chance of new adventures. If everything in the world is indeed interdependent, why would anyone leave knowing they'd create dysfunction?
I'm forced to eat my words because now I have to be the one to do the leaving. Soon. And I absolutely hate it.
The thing is, I need to leave. And I will. And being on this end of the relationship cycle (being the leaver, as opposed to being the leave-ee) makes me understand better those who've left before. Being left shouldn't always reflect negatively on the leave-ee. I can choose Brand B, but that doesn't mean Brand A means any less, that Brand A will not be missed, or that not picking Brand A wasn't hard.
Also, assuming the fundamental nature of relationships presupposes an end, it'll do more people good to go the Rent-route and measure the value of relationships by the amount of love they put in rather than their shelf lives. Yes P. Sawyer, people always leave, but while they're still around they don't always have to love you. And when they actually bother to take care of you and love you and watch you/let you grow before the inevitable end, that makes all the difference.
I've lost so many people dear to me in the past, but they've loved me so many times more. I have no regrets. I hope leave-ee sees it the same way, eventually.
Best part about people leaving though?
Sometimes they come back. ♥
July can't come any sooner.
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*** - One Tree Hill reference. Sad, I know. Haha.