There was a little girl who had no dolls to play so she made friends with the Moon. Being such a little girl she loved to be with herself and so for many days she played with the moon but one day she couldn't find it anywhere. That day she needed him most. She waited until dawn but there was no sign of her pretty friend. Her heart broke badly. After few days when finally there came a crescent shaped moon , she looked away and locked herself indoor.
Now she is no more a little girl. She had lost herself in childhood and so perhaps she looked for an alternative or for someone who could find her for her. She made friends with him. They went on pretty well - she thought it was pretty well. And one day when she needed him most when she waited for long she could find him no where. Her heart broke. More badly than the last time. And only then she learned that ... that she shouldn't have broken with the Moon.
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some people leave, but then some part of us becomes more like them than us, v realise this when we blurt out a word or behave in a way unknowingly, that was so much a hallmark of them,
the feeling of being reminded again n again of them is like never ending,
but wouldn't it be beautiful to accept n allott them a portion in our heart, than to try fight them out,
wouldn't it be better to let our love n heart grow so that theres still space for some one new to come ...
memories n people, can't they co- exist within us??
I m not sure abt memories, people, past , present or anything but I will take care of myself. :)