✨Good people don’t leave. They get ripped away.
You feel their absence like a fresh wound that never closes. Their silence echoes in rooms they once filled. Their honesty lingers as a painful standard no one else meets. You miss them brutally. Every single day.
The bad ones? They don’t get missed. They get cursed. They rot in your memory as thieves of time, peace, and trust. You don’t ache for them—you regret them. You wish you could burn every trace of their existence in your life and erase the day they entered your life.
Life is savage like that.
It snatches the rare ones worth keeping and leaves you haunted by the toxic ones you wish had never existed.
The good leave you better.
The bad leave you scarred.
But only the good ones prove the cruelest truth: some voids are permanent, and the world turns colder the moment they’re gone.
No comments:
Post a Comment