It's funny how after a fight, people just stop caring about you and stop trying to help you.
Without even attempting to recover anything,
they just completely destroy it.
They should keep their egos and self-esteem in bubble wrap.
They require a tight wrapping to protect them from any inconvenience.
Years of acquaintanceship, bonding, love, and relationship—gone suddenly?
Oh, how it quickly devolves into a duel between the two to show. Who has a more suitable replacement?
A struggle of "I don't need you." A struggle to persuade the departing person to simply demonstrate his replaceability and lack of significance to them.
You're telling me that you don't look back at your old chats to read the amusing conversations you had with your friends because you miss those times?
Isn't it painful to purposefully leave out someone who has always been a part of your daily life?
Isn't there a hollow feeling inside? to have misplaced a piece of yourself, a physical reminder of the lovely memories of the past?
Or perhaps it's just acting that way.
I know, we can all be replaced.
All of us will eventually be replaced,
perhaps by something better.
But it'll never be the same again.
That it'll never be the way it was before,
and wherever we've been before, we leave our traces,
the marks of our presence,
may it be in the form of scars, memories, or wantings;
they can't be erased,
and they're irreplaceable.
Everything here is temporary; let's just spend the little moments we have here loving each other.