We will remember them, as we always will. We will remember the life that we
once had; a life of familiarity, kindness and long-preserved happiness. A life
that changed after one day. One day and everything was different. That familiar
comfort so warming to the soul, gone forever.
Looking around at all the faces, the turmoil is clear. There are those who
will not move on, refusal within their eyes; faces streaming with tears days on
end, wanting to relive the past. Look at Gatsby: you can't do that, however
incredulously you seem to thinks so. There are also those who have incredibly already
moved on, realising with a gracious smile that they had their time and it was
good while it lasted. Lingering is not worth the pain.
There are also faces like mine; those who don't know what to do with
themselves. The ones who have experienced both possibilities and ended up back
in the comfort of square one. Familiarity is a beautiful thing and it will
always be attractive, and yet at the same time oddly repellent.
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