There are people we lose, either by choice or fate, who impact our lives. For better or worse (and sometimes for both) they leave us; breaking our hearts or demolishing our dreams; or maybe it’s for the better and their absence reforms our existence, toughens us up or prepares us for the world. Either way, the entrance to the heart can often times feel like a revolving door – people entering while others leave, sometimes crowds at a time. Sometimes, it feels like the heart is an empty warehouse or a barren wasteland of what once was, where nothing now grows, not even weeds. Other times our hearts are packed so tightly and on the brink of bursting forth and for some reason this intensity brings us the most rewarding and satisfying feeling ever – the feeling of being alive. But what happens when we lose those stimulating people? Do we just hope for a fresh face? How long do we mourn their departure? Do we hold a place for them, preserving that special seat, keeping our eyes closed for years and years, eagerly awaiting the return of that stimulation? When we find them…. crumbling and deteriorating and no longer exuding that rush we’ve yearned for, only then do we realize they are no longer our lost people, but an unappealing reality. They were lost and found again - but never really ours to lose.
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