As the years pass, I realize that not all farewells come with words of goodbye or a request to leave.
Some slip away, taking with them fragments of our lives.
Others steal away every cherished memory.
Some disappear without a trace, while others abandon the past with a smile of indifference, leaving us bewildered.
The universe gifts us fleeting moments to dive into the depths of another’s soul,
to unearth their hidden stories,
to unveil the darkest secrets they guard,
to share embraces that momentarily mend our torn and exposed wounds,
or simply to offer a warmth perhaps never felt before.
The belief that this world is woven with red threads binding each person’s fate, allowing us to meet briefly at crossroads, or perhaps continue our journey intertwined in the chapters of our lives.
Ironically, the most certain outcome of every encounter is an eventual farewell.
Some see parting as a natural rhythm of life, while others are consumed by lingering sorrow.
They shed tears for those who have wandered far, wishing for the return of those fleeting moments.
Some bid farewell with a final embrace, while others leave without a single word.
