January 2, 2015
Some people aren't meant to stay in our lives forever.
they were meant to help us forget;
to help our hearts heal—
They were meant to pick us up,
dust off our knees,
and remind us of everything we are and could possibly be.
A note. A promise of a brighter future.
Our own secret little metaphor of hope and better days;
sunshine and warmth; happiness, even.
They were meant to help us see the silver lining of things. To view the world from a different perspective. To love our scars.
They were meant to touch our lives through little things we'd often take for granted;
Like through good music. Or through books by authors you've never heard of before.
Or through conversations on life, on passion, on questions like where-do-you-see-yourself-in-ten-years; on politics, on ice cream flavors, on stories of how we got our pets or the stupid things we did back when we were children.
You see, the thing is, some people will bring happiness after what may seem too long since.
Some will make us believe again. In the world. In humanity. In ourselves. Sometimes, maybe even in love,
we have to remember
that some people will make us hope for things, wonderful things, we'd never even imagine ourselves hoping for—
but they weren't meant to stay in our lives forever.