The rarity.

There a time in a significant moment of youth, like a sort of coming of age, when people part, and one suddenly feels a sense of loss looking back at the old times spent together. Paths that cross part one by one, sharing only one thing in common that is the time of passing. It becomes harder to let go, harder to move on. The only reason is because people like this are rare.

When you lose their physical presence, one can only wonder what sort of lives they're currently living. When calls suddenly aren't enough. When your life takes a crucial turn, such loss you feel the people who was there weren't anymore. That you want these people to live through the significant moments of your life, which in turn you also hope to live in theirs.

These people are rare.

I can only wonder what I've missed in theirs. Does it feel the same for them?