All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.
Isn’t it odd how some people can smile all day long, but cry their self to sleep at night. How pictures never change, but the people in them do. How knowing letting go of something is best, but it hurts the worst. How people that said they would always be there, never have time to spare. How a best friend can become an enemy and an enemy becomes a best friend. How forever turns into a few short minutes and a few short minutes can seem like forever. How life seems so long, but yet is so short.