You still mean the world to me.
When the independence, freedom and the very own self of the other person was so important for himself, why does it have to shake my world to pieces.
I kind of dislike the word ‘change‘. Such pretentious and unpredictable meanings it holds.
Sometimes, others want you to change, or you want them to change.
Sometimes, the so-called change is appreciated, or goes unnoticed? Wasted?
Sometimes, a change is most awaited; may it be anything, positive or negative.
Sometimes, this change is hurtful and devastating to someone else or yourself.
Sometimes, a blessing or a condemnation.