You and I, are not going through
same things. We are living different lives.

Distances change people, when they are around, they are yours but when they leave to live somewhere else, the place adopts them and they heartfully become its sponsors. They tell you stories about their life, never letting you comprehend completely whether they are happy to be there or just have accepted it as it is. You would not know what exactly is there state of mind. Because they will skip the part they should have talked about.
So, when they were with you, they might have agreed with you without a question, but now that they are faraway, they don't seem to relate with your life. A blank space appears in between us, that consumes everything worth talking about, every word that should have been spoken – our bonds too. Or rather places consume peoples identities, their originality, the love they shared with you, or the love for life. They do not become distanced numerically but also emotionally; detaching themselves from each and every thought that reminds them of places they had to leave. And in the process of doing so, they even become detached from the people they had shared time with.

- melancholy🌸