Finding home and holding on
Different phases of life,
different people,
travel,
explore,
meet and know,
and then,
out of the blue,
Forget.
Came across him late.
When some people had come and left,
when life seemed different and not easy to live,
when happiness was a choice not a need.
Unlikely meetings,
broken hearts healing,
long walks making bonds,
day dreams turning into realities,
words in my diary dying in between pages,
shy smiles turning into laughter,
and finally finding a good reason to not go back to the past.
But time passes.
And at times,
things change even if you don't want them to.
But then again. Some people, some memories.
They just stay. And sometimes, without trying,
they never leave.
Because that's how they are.
Constant.
Constant without trying to stay.