And just in a glimpse, they’re all gone. Every single thing. Burnt and even no ashes left.


Sometimes it’s really weird. When someone who used to be the closest person, turn into a total stranger. 
Remembering the togetherness you used to have, all supports, all pictures, all memories, all gone.
Where does that relationship go?

It’s another weird thing about life. When it gives you someone and don’t know how, it took them from you by any possible ways. Looking back there, looking what’s here; two different dimensions, like parallel worlds. It’s like you never lived there, but you had memories of being there with that person, spending a lot of beautiful times.

How could Beauty and The Beast never met each other? That’s one story that they never expected, and it’s not real for them. But somehow it happens.

Only in fairytale a couple would perfectly have happy endings. But is it really the ending? What are the stories after that? You wouldn’t know. They wouldn’t know too. Life is just some unexpected tragedy and euphoria.
What happens after the physical things are gone? Pictures, numbers, voices, letters, who they were. Nothing. They’re just gone.

Sometimes you have a time to look at the database inside your head. What’s left and what feels nice to know. Yes, memories. And it doesn’t fit at all with the present. It lived, yes, but there. All the way backwards. So if that part died, why do you have to carry it in the present? What’s the point of having that database all along? You just want to remove that part and live life with updated databases. But you still can’t. Memories will be memories.

You don’t know whether you hate it or whether you want it back. It’s a sweet nightmare but you enjoy sipping smiles out of it. How funny it was..how cute, how comfortable, how safe you felt. In spite of the fact that you have the knowledge that it’s not how it used to be and changed into a horrible mess.
So why did you have to know each other? Why did you even have to meet if you had to shut each other down? Two people, made pact in this world. Gave attention to each other, and then by time bumped and blown away into two different planets. Where no one could hear each other, but don’t really care about each other’s life in just a split second.

Maybe they didn't really supposed to meet. Maybe they did. Sometimes this tragedy happens to build them strong. But being strong by this thing, makes a kid at trusting. They don’t ever wanna bump, they don’t ever wanna bump and have to be separated with someone. Ever again.

Knowing someone, getting close with them, having their smiling face that enlightens your day, wanting to keep that smile forever, suddenly a storm came and ended all, walk separate ways, seeing that smile for anything but us, never know anything again. Maybe this is the saddest cycle.

Life is one long walk. Someday, one will walk with you and never be the same as that other one in the past. Until that day, you can only slice all those memories away, little by little. It doesn’t hurt. Only if you let it in, it would hurt. Don’t ever gaze at it, it died. Nothing will make you cry other than seeing died memories. Keep walking, keep going on, and on. Just don’t ever look at what that imaginary world left behind..