Everytime I feel like being in the right place and start feeling happy and totally content with my momentary positions, there always comes something which cruelly reminds me what I have lost and fallen out from (and to where I will never be able to go back).

Thanks universe... for showing me the ugly truth... with making me remember them again and again just in the very moment I would truly believe I've finally left them behind.

But eventually, at least it also shows how important they were, how important and influential, how much I got from them and how much I loved them. For if they haven't been and I haven't done, it wouldn't hurt so much in moments like this even after two years.

And still, at least I know I have feelings...