passage of time

It is always so difficult to accept that someone isn’t going to be part of your life anymore, especially when you’re so young and you think there is still hope for them to somehow make their way into your lives later on.
But in some cases, time can’t change anything.
I mean, unless in the future someone invents something to bring people back to life, I’m never going to see him again. I’m never going to laugh with him or travel with him or have him sit me down and give me the best speeches. And in others, time can’t change the fact that some things just end.
Like when you drift apart from a best friend.
You hope that they call you out of the blue and you can pick up where you left off and be friends again, but they won’t because your friendship did end all those years ago. It’s absolutely crushing how some people who used to be these huge parts of your life become mere memories.

What is hardest to accept about the passage of time is that some people who once mattered the most to us end being wrapped up in parentheses.