Lost bonds

Have you ever had a moment when you’re looking at someone and you see all your memories with them, where you realise that you’ve lost everything and everyone you had, where you’re all not the same person you used to be?

I’ve had that moment. Even if you know you don’t want to go back, you feel bad about it all. There’s a life that you’ve left behind and you meet it somewhere on the way to the new one, feeling hurt about the ways of people and how it’s affected you. You see that life on their faces. All of you know there’s something wrong, yet everyone prefers not to show it. There’s an incredible amount of unfamiliarity in the air. Everything has changed and so has everyone. Life’s never the same again.

How does it feel to lose all, to be left with a handful of people by your side? Honestly, that hurts. At the same time, you really realise that the ones left are the ones who truly love you. 

We all may have different reasons to feel hurt about, yet we all express it in one common way; through tears. How many tears we’d have shed to wash away the hurt, yet the scars still remain fresh? They always will.

It’s terrible to lose bonds. It’s even more terrible to be living with fake ones. They say love is eternal, so is hurt, so are scars. 

Be careful with who you hurt. It’s going to come back to you too someday. Karma does exist.