losing/leaving

You know how sometimes when you've lost something, you sort of know that it's for good?

And when they do come back to you after a while, you have that feeling that it was never meant to be, and then after a short time of reassociation, they drift away from you again?

Yeah, that kind of feeling.

I mean, we walk this life by ourselves really. Things can enter, things can leave, but once they've left nothing will ever be the same again.

Because you adapt. You change yourself to fill the gap that they've left behind. You're different, so even if they come back to you the same as they were when they left, you aren't the same anymore.

You don't need them the same way that they need you. Or the same way that you used to need them.

So when they come back, you tend to misplace them. Or think that they aren't there. Even if they are, and they're still part of you.

You let go, inside, and so you let go of their existence.

And that's when you lose them for good.

That's why.

Still, I find it a little sad that after all this time, you've come back and I've lost you again.

You never stood a chance against the first spin cycle. My poor, poor memory cards.