To have loved someone in the past means that we loved just a part of that person, an era, a glimpse. But it’s also a common belief that at that time — when we’re together — it felt like we know everything about that someone. That is true. That is a fact. But the more current fact is both of us grow up, outgrowing past selves; allowing each other to be distant.
He becomes this whole new person that you no longer gets. She becomes somebody else you thought she wouldn’t be. We are growing up, constantly.
To be able to let ourselves open up to someone is such a bliss. But we chose our own paths. We stopped holding hands and walking on the same route.
It is silly and absurd that once we can understand someone like the back of our hand, but now they’re like the tip of our nose. It is there, but we can’t really see it clearly. Not without the help of the mirror.
We thought the world is within one person. Just one person. We thought everything means one name only. We thought wrong. It is beyond. Everything is beyond and beyond is everything.
Memories are distant, that’s a fact. But some really happened; it was true, it was real. It felt surreal. Sometimes we miss all that. But again, we all grow up. Thus, we have to acknowledge our growth and changes. We are not the same person they used to be. Including you.
