They say that what really changes a person is losing someone you love. I don’t understand this, though. I lost my parents, whom I loved dearly and still do, when I was only nine years old. I don’t remember becoming a different person. My personality stayed the same; I am still the shy, unknowingly humorous girl I was before my parent’s death.
I have analyzed this concept over my whole nineteen years of life. What is defines lost? Dead? Impossible to find? Taken? Or just… Gone?
I think people really change when they let the loss happen, when there is regret present. I’ve never experienced this firsthand, so I can’t verify my hypothesis.
However, I’ve seen the movies. I’ve read the books. It’s all the same: somebody lets a loved one slip through their fingers, and bam: they’re different, like they have a new soul in their same shell of a body.
And the one they lost isn’t the only one gone.
They are too.
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