You know when you drift apart from someone? Not because one of you did something wrong, but because... reasons. Just because life, the Universe, God, or whatever wanted it to go that way. But somehow, someday you'll find yourself remembering the good ol' days and you'd think: "uh, maybe we can pick up where we left off and everything will be unicorns shooting raimbows off their asses". Well, guess what? It's not like that. It'll never be. What's done it's done. And if a year went by without seing each other or even talking to each other, or even fucking facebooking/tweeting (I hope this is a thing) each other, the odds that the person you thought you knew is still the same are 0.00000000000001% (cuz, you know, there can't be 0% probabilities). It is technically a zero, but no.
Then again, you still have hope, but nothing will ever be the same! You can't have that person back. You can't have what you had back. It's lost. Forever. Well, not lost, it will stay in your memories and heart for always, but... the magic is just not there anymore. You'll learn it the hard way when you try to reach out to that person and they won't make just five minutes of their time to be with you or talk to you. Or even worse: they won't reach out to you, for no reason at all. They just won't. Like they've outgrown you. You became that old shoe that you never really get rid off, cuz you're emotionally attached to it, but you stashed it really deep in your closet; maybe someday, going through their old stuff they'll remember you, and try to reach out to you. The human thing to do would be to be kind and be all: "oh, look at you! You look so good, I haven't seen you in ages! How you've been, gurl?!". And you'll do that, cuz you are a good person; but on the inside, you can feel your stupid little sentimental heart breaking into a thousand tiny pieces.
Then again, you still have hope, but nothing will ever be the same! You can't have that person back. You can't have what you had back. It's lost. Forever. Well, not lost, it will stay in your memories and heart for always, but... the magic is just not there anymore. You'll learn it the hard way when you try to reach out to that person and they won't make just five minutes of their time to be with you or talk to you. Or even worse: they won't reach out to you, for no reason at all. They just won't. Like they've outgrown you. You became that old shoe that you never really get rid off, cuz you're emotionally attached to it, but you stashed it really deep in your closet; maybe someday, going through their old stuff they'll remember you, and try to reach out to you. The human thing to do would be to be kind and be all: "oh, look at you! You look so good, I haven't seen you in ages! How you've been, gurl?!". And you'll do that, cuz you are a good person; but on the inside, you can feel your stupid little sentimental heart breaking into a thousand tiny pieces.
This is the ninth statement of a -very special- non believer: don't ever try to fix something you didn't break, or pick up something so old it's became memories, cuz silence is is what you get for trying. And good old memories is all you've got left. Embrace them if you need to.
xo-
~ My Chemical Romance is done. But it can never die. Because it is not a band- it is an idea. ~
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