I am learning and learning and learning with every loss, every scar and every damage, I'm learning to let go those who walk away and fight for those ready to take a shot of starting over. Like all moments with them, I am in control of giving them the chance to pass by me or pass through me.
And every little piece of them that passes through me alters me a little. I'm no longer me, I'm a little bit of every person I've known, every friend I've had and all their favourite songs I've listened to and all of their favourite books I've read and all of their little quirks and all of their minuscule traits.
And I'll live with these parts of me and love them how I never got to love those who left them behind. I'll hold them close and I'll cherish them. And one day maybe I'll forget their name but even then the mellow tune of their favourite ghazal will hold a special place in my heart and I'll sing and dance along because this is it. This is life.
You take a little life from every person you hold close and you give back a little and you hope it's enough to satiate you for the rest of yours.
the end......maybe?
-zainab
