I think some people are meant to just come Into your life for a bit, and then leave. 

In that time you may learn a few things…about them, about yourself, about the world.

You may have fun with them too and enjoy their company, their energy. As well as feeling safe enough to feel sad or cry about whatever Is heavy on your heart.

It may feel like there’s an Infinite number of things you could talk about with this person. It convinces you that it’ll never end, even if it’s for a small eternity. 

The connection Is so strong that it makes you wonder about a future with them In It (In whatever way that Is). A thought you hadn’t had before because you know deep they won’t stay forever. But still, you take the liberty to believe In that fantasy for a bit, trying not to indulge In It too much so that you won’t get lost.

Soon everything will already be said between the two of you, and both of you can sense It. Theres nothing left to talk about that hasn’t already been mentioned, and nothing new that could surprise you or couldn’t already predict from each other. And there will be a silence of that understanding. A feeling that they’re drifting away to move on to something or someone new.

It feels a bit powerless and helpless from your end because you know their heart Isn’t In It anymore…you almost wish you could change their mind, but you care about them too much to be that selfish and not let them grow elsewhere, where you know they could and they should.

Do they wonder about the same things too? Have they ever thought about being selfish and try to keep me with them for a bit longer like I do?… I’ll never know.

Its bittersweet but It’s honest. And that’s love.