One day, with a snap, you will lose everything, not a loss that can be recovered, but a loss that will bury with you ,that will burn with you. And like always, you will know it will come. You will know you have to bear that pain in you, but you can never let it go. You will always wait for it to come and pass, but it will never pass. It will stay with you like a moment replaying infinity times, never ending, never dying. You will lose every moment of everything with them, and all you can do is nothing but watch them go. You can only call their name, and they will never answer. The pain of seeing them go will rot you from the inside. It is the worst you can get out of life, and life gives you that. Maybe after all this, you will get a shoulder to cry on—the one you always wanted—but this time it will also be less unbearable.
Your senses might lose sight of the importance of this world, but their belongings will mean everything to you, and that last hug becomes your favorite, never leaving your body. At last, here goes everything in the ashes. All that is left are your hollow cries. There is guilt that builds inside you. You could have made something different; maybe your words, your actions, your silence, or your absence would have made something different. It takes everything from you and leaves you with questions and answers that will never satisfy you.
Death has a remarkable mark on you; it opens up your senses, makes you feel what you have never felt, and makes you go down the paths you have never taken. It makes you miserable but true to yourself; it makes you sound brutal but honest. You know that time was honest to you; you just need to realize that before you do, they are long gone.
The good impact is that death makes you take people seriously—the ones you care about and the ones who care about you. A tragedy with a moral impact. Regardless of this realization, humans do take others for granted. How can you not value someone's time when you know it's limited, just like yours? And we cry and regret it when their time is over. Is there a better way to be a fool?
Cry, mourn, and forget. This is what we do, but sadly! Some are not good with the forget part; a better way to be humane, right? People need to be meaningful about the forgetting part. They should fight harder for the memory of the ones they have lost and for proof of their existence since they have very few lovely relations. After all, humans are not very good at keeping lovable relationships with many.
At the end, it's all about seeing value in the person you are fighting for. The misogyny is that they don't do it for value; they do it to fill their own pride with a boost of worldly words, which leaves them with goofy pride, but yes! It all vanishes with the utter realization they have now, or maybe they never realize. All will end up with their own deaths.
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