The shattered pieces

"Nothing remains the same" it doesn't make it any easier accepting the fact of having something and the next day it's gone.

Whether it's a person or something that meant so much to you one day, a street you used to walk in your way home, certain feelings, gatherings, or years loaded with pieces of the young you that you no longer are.

Why bother going to the same places now, faking the same situations and talks … everything has changed, …. you have changed.

Why looking for the people you miss in others' eyes, they are different ... even if you think you saw the one you miss… he is just inside your heart and eyes and it's only a reflection…longing feeling are so sweetly possessing, you know you are captured and yet you can't set yourself free because the heavenly prison is painted with memories.

Can't we endure the idea of being apart both physically and emotionally? There must be a reason that by time we leave dear ones and meaningful things behind or they leave us.

May be we don't have to insist of having another encounter with the past and just move on.

There is no coincidence, it's a perfect arrangement of place, people, timing ….
So when one of these factors change the result won't be the one you supposed you have lived before.

The difference between missing and losing is hope.

So what was left behind and the shattered pieced you have been looking for may be better missed that lost.

I believe in fate and I know things happen for a reason, and the hollow parts resulting from the shattered peices are better be filled with the appreciation for the ones and things we still have.