Day 29: Best Friends

Why is it that people come into our lives, and then leave?

Why do we constantly have to learn lessons from them?

Why is it that these people become our very best friends, and each time..its like mourning a death?

Why do they always look elsewhere?

Why do we still feel things long after they’re gone?

…why can’t they just stay?

why is life about so much movement, growth, and change..that it leaves so little room for a constant.

My love has always felt like my constant.

..quite frankly though, the last few years it‘s felt more like a knife In my back.

I always thought my heart was one of my biggest strengths.

Life isn’t meant to be lived alone..