Sometimes we meet people, we were not meant to meet (maybe), or we meet them way too late (who knows), but we meet them anyways..Maybe because when you do meet them, you don’t want to let go. Yet, you have to…it’s kinda-like a collision of some sort. Why, because, even when we are apart from these people, our lives “seemingly go on unaffected”, like we haven’t met them before. But when we do meet them, a lot of mixed feelings are aroused, tension, excitement, and it suddenly becomes a push-pull effect. You question why the universe even allowed you to meet those people.. Was it, maybe because we needed to learn something from them, or make them feel better in a storm they were facing or they were there to give you something to remember. Or maybe, just maybe they were meant to stay…
Problem is, you never know if they belonged in the same story as yours, because we do not know how our life story ends. Sometimes I really wished I knew most of the things about my future, maybe I would make decisions based on it now..
To a greater extent, these people leave us scared, scared of what we can’t control. And also scared of losing them. In all this mess, we realise, we have learnt something from them, we can’t forget them, we don’t want to forget them, but we can’t have them in our story. Remember the push-pull effect. Yet, when you want to reach out, you are not sure how the story will change from there. You only hope, that one day, you meet them, and when you do meet them, you are sure they are in the same story as yours..
This is to all the people that came into my life, people i loved, but had to let go…people i miss, but can´t call…people i met and gave me a reason to live…but left because they had to..i trully hope, when we meet, we continue our story..because, it might be the same story..