There are people who leave you, and when they do, you breathe a sigh of relief and wonder why you ever came in contact with them.
Then there are people who leave you, and you breathe a sigh of memories and wonder why they had to go away and leave such a gaping hole.
Children leave parents, friends leave friends, acquaintances move on.
People change homes.
People grow apart.
Enemies hate and move on.
Friends love and move on.
You think of the many who have moved into your hazy memory.
You look at those present and wonder.
People move in and out of each other’s lives, and each leaves their mark on the other.
You find you are made up of bits and pieces of all those who ever touches your life, and you are more because of it and you would be less if they had not touched you. Thank you for touching my life.
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