We never see people fully grow, they forever remain stunted in our memory. Frozen in time as at the last interaction we shared. Such is life. 

If we are fortunate enough to meet once again, perhaps fleeting our minds wander back to our last moments trying to recall what happened. Such is life. 

For some that’s it. Fate is a funny thing, playing a mischievous game. If you’re not meant to meet, you probably never will even if you live on the same street. Such is life. 

Time is ever ticking, never waiting, the same but different each new day. It paints the picture of a calm sea seducing you to a false sense of peace, lulling you to sleep while the storm of the future brews. Such is life. 

Words may fall on deaf ears but the heart remembers, a beautiful diary. It recalls the emotions, the tears, the sentiments so even when the words fade, the feelings last. Such is life.