Talking about people leaving, I'm someone who has this phenomenon as usual as catching cold. It happened so many times that I barely hope people to stay. But this loss of hope doesn't makes me unhappy. People came, I loved them and was loved back, they left and I pray they meet someone else who loves them... Not because I am hoping to be called as a good person, but because I believe I can love and pray the long I want to. Coming from a military background, you don't stay in a station for long. It's hard to have forever friendships. So I already knew the fate of my social circle. Even then in the beginning and the middle of it, everything was hurtful. I thought myself as a transient memory for them and it broke me more. But you see, it's not our business to make people stay or remember us.No one can stop you either if you are determined to leave or forget. It's not our course of action, but theirs and so we must not be disheartened when they leave. Life is too short to keep hurting yourself. And when I say this, I've hurt myself too... Hoping for people to stay forever, wishing for a land of no good-byes.. But now when I know that I will do what I want, I am beginning to respect the fact that people can do the same. Even though some departures are intended to hurt, I take them as their perspective of our terms... And may be that's why I still love the gone ones and count them in my prayers with peace and not rage. You wish and you have it ... Peace is that easy.
To all the people who were there.. God bless the goodness that brought you to me. :)