We often don’t talk about the feeling of letting someone go. Detaching yourself from your favorite people; realism that you and your favourite person, perhaps someone whom you closely share a relationship with, friendship, or any other ships with.

These are hardly talked about. Not cause’ we intentionally ignore talking about them or, we are unconcerned about it, it’s just that, as we all know it, everyone looks “busy” and, usually kept to just their schedules which is quite understandable.

And, on the other hand, the world, the people in it these days are often fixated on unimportant things as well. Rather we care about important things which we ought to, we often discard them, and just live with the fact that, everyone has a happy reality.

And, that’s really one of the biggest lies. People like you, us, me are often faced with quite some worst realities and, not always the happy realities that, we were all programmed to believe. One of the worst realities we all face is, losing someone you love. Detaching from something you once found peace with, shared happiness with.

They concern the memories you once experienced: the moment you took your phone and have a convo with someone you  love or found comfort in, the moment you once lived with being yourself and got to express the jolly side of you, that childish side, that realisation that you don’t need to always employ your intelligent self with that fellow, that moment that you are allowed to be unintelligent cause’ that person don’t find those flaws as unimpressive.

Moments which concern telling this person how your day went, sharing snaps and spamming them of the random things you just found funny, searching for jokes and humour to share with them, willingly giving help cause’ you hate seeing them in difficult situations.

Times where you are always wanting to gift them, you are eager and, hardly reluctant to get behind the camera to have pictures or contents with them, someone you willingly choose to pour all of your weight on and they hardly gave you an offensive response; someone who rather loves what hobbies you love and, find sheer happiness in what you keep you happy and, vice versa.

Detachment comes with a wound that, the heart struggles to keep with cause’ it stings really deeply; you think about what memory you once did share with that person, you look back at what could have been if you and, whoever that was did fall off. It plays in your head every time and, each time you sit still and, your mind turns into an explorer of its own.

It just doesn’t stop. But nevertheless, we are left with no options that, we have to move on cause’ apparently, life just goes ok and, each one of us needs to focus on our realities.