No promises
Being strangers, then friends, then more than friends, then strangers again…
It’s kinda sad that. At one point a person can be your whole world, and then eventually they become just a memory. Kinda like they never existed. They become just a passing thought, a sharp pain in your chest, a lingering scent or a song on the radio that triggers feelings you thought were dead and buried.
LIfe eventually have to continue.