I’m sad about the people I’ve lost in my life.
No, they aren’t dead, they’re just gone. At least once a day, I think about them – the huge role they played in my life, the way in which they shaped me as a person, the memories. And when something happens that instantly makes me think of them, I do wish I could talk to them again.
As it is, I don’t have a lot of friends. I’ve never understood people who don’t maintain friendships for years but rather friend-hop to the person who seems the coolest that month. I have – I need – my foundation. But a big chunk of that is gone now that these people have been removed from my life.
And it’s not a question of if they deserve a second chance, it’s the notion that I deserve better. But they will always be apart of who I am and my soul will forever be a little bit broken.