Loss.

All of us lose people throughout a lifetime, some to death, some to other people and some due to internal issues.

Sometimes it's surprising, shocking, heartbreaking. Other times we know it's for the best.

 Regardless of how it feels, we all feel the empty space in our hearts were they used to fit perfectly.

Some people only experience this feeling for a short while, whilst others can feel it forever.

After careful consideration, observation and familiarity with this feeling, i began to question,
Is it the actual person that we miss, or what that person represents?

There are those people that we come across, who fill a space that we become acustomed too.
Those people, who we know are always reliable, who give off a sence of comfort even when we aren't physically with them.

So when they leave for whatever reason, we're left feeling lost, unsure and most all, alone.

We are giving a specific amount of time to forget these people and move on, but what happens when we can't?

How do we go from having a second self, to being all alone?

No matter if we're by other friends, or even a crowd of thousands, we still feel lonesome.

But, if we really sat down and thought about everything thing we've gone through, is it still the individual we miss? or the feeling of comfort and familiarity? Is it only because we have grown accustomed to knowing somebody is always by our side, that is what we actually long for?

I'm sure for some people it might be the actual human being, but me, and I'm assuming a lot of others, it's knowing somebody is emotionally holding our hand throughout everything.

So maybe it's time to for courage, to brave the storm on our own for once. Maybe it's time, to stop relying on everybody else..

and start relying on ourselves.