We can’t plan everything. Life makes its own plans. Sometimes we let each down; sometimes we fail each other; sometimes we break each other’s hearts; sometimes we leave; sometimes we come back and sometimes we stick around, or sometimes it’s okay, even if we don’t. Things happen and they are hard, too hard. We just get through them. That we are able. Clear eyes, full hearts.
these days are hard.
Sometimes I'm sitting with my family, or sitting alone, and it just hits me out of nowhere, the realization of how much I miss your presence in my life, how much I miss our talks, your teasing, everything. But that follows with what happened, how you preferred a person you started talking few months ago over me, me whom you called your brother and you had known for few years now. I was the person who gave preference to you over everyone, because I called you my family. You once told me not to expect too much from you but at least you could have known your priorities. Or maybe you had always known, it was just me who didn't know them. Stupid me.