How can two people love each other,
and then, one day in the future,
the love they had,
the love that bound them,
and the love that meant
something to them
more than words could say,
seemingly disappeared -
as if with the snap of a finger?
How is that possible? How?
All those kisses... All those hugs...
All those timeless gazes...
All gone, all forgotten -
as of they never really happened.
What a sad story.
What a heart-breaking reality.

The beginning of anything
and everything is always wonderful -
but as time goes on,
and as things happen,
people change more
than they think they do,
people change other people,
and before anyone knows it
the world can be something
to someone one minute
and then the next something
completely different and new.

Most of the time,
change cannot be seen,
nor predicted, until it happens -
like a explosion in the fabric of reality
that causes waves to carry
far and wide, high and deep,
until, one day, you wake up,
you look around, and you feel
something inside of you -
and you are taken to a place
that you never thought
you would go to,
and all you can do
is keep going down the same road
that you now find yourself on.

There is a reason for everything.
There is a reason why people meet
when, where, and how they do.
There is a reason for why
people are happy,
but then they decide
they can no longer
proceed down a path
that they know is wrong.
There is a reason why
people give up on other people -
because they lose their faith
in something that they
always thought would be forever.

Endings are sad,
because they are meant to be...
if something stops
and you do not even blink an eyelid
then obviously what that something was
did not mean enough to you
for you to fight for it...
there is a strange feeling
that courses through you
when the music that you
always used to hear
suddenly goes silent,
and you almost immediately
start to forget something
that used to be so integral
to who you were and how you saw yourself -
there is always the shadow
of an after-image that remains,
but what was once present
now feels as if it has longsince past.

Every morning there is a sunrise;
every evening there is a sunset;
every time a storm rages
upon the surface of the sun
it sheds a part of itself
that ultimately makes its way to Earth
and interacts with the magnetic field
of our planet in the form of aurora;
every time two people
fall in love with one another
it is as if the mechanisms
of a ticking clock have been set into motion -
and only time will tell
what those two people
will choose to do together,
and with others,
before the day will come
when something beyond anyone's control -
but not out of the realms
of causality and possibility -
will effect everything,
and where something once was
something else will have taken its place,
just like that.