I think that all the new people we meet after a while are just people who come and go.
As they enter our lives, we have already excepted the fact that they are here only for a little while. So we get over them. It hurts but once we get over their loss, we survive as though nothing ever happened.
It's the people we met and loved while growing up that leave a mark when they leave us. I don't think we can ever forget them, much less get over them. They are the people we expected to stay and be our families- through thick and thin. People we thought who will somehow always be there for the big moments in our lives.
A lot of them stay but every once in a while there is the one who got away because you were too stupid to admit you liked them.
It isn't as if you just sit around and mope about your entire life. You just get breathless every once in a while by a memory or dream about them, where you two aren't strangers, and when you wake up, you realise, you were so happy in that dream, even though things weren't perfect, you were so fucking happy.
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