Since childhood, I have lost a lot of people, and I have also made extreme efforts to either get these people back in my life or at least resolve the issue standing between us.

I learned this the hard way when I lost my best friend in just one week. Although it was my fault, I kept apologizing because I didn’t want to lose her. Later, when she wanted to talk to me again, I ignored her because I was still hurt. I felt that my apologies were ignored the first time and that maybe I should do the same with her, not realizing that she was upset at that time.

After that, I barely spoke to her again, but I also realized that mistakes were made from both ends. Looking back, I don’t think either of us handled the situation perfectly. Losing her wasn’t easy. She was a good friend who had stood by me through my highs and lows, which is what made it hurt so much.

We often find ourselves making immense efforts for the people we love. Most of the time, these efforts are undertaken either to save a relationship or to build one. But sometimes, in this process of building and saving something, we lose ourselves. I became so focused on keeping people in my life that I forgot to value myself.
But what happens when the people we lose aren’t our well-wishers?

Sometimes, I can’t help but think that maybe things would have been different if I hadn’t made those mistakes. But what we forget is that it’s just how life works. I won’t say that “life is cruel, deal with it”, or anything of such sort, but rather that life has its own ways of teaching us what’s good and what’s not.

For example, losing certain people in our lives may look cruel, but it’s really for the best. There are multiple sides of a person that we haven’t seen yet. Even our closest friends may think completely differently about us, which can be both negative and positive.

I have people in my life who are quite rude to me on my face, but would sacrifice everything for me when the time comes. On the other hand, I also have people who are sweet to me on my face, but hold hatred towards me. And the latter are the ones that we lose.

I’m not saying that I only lose the bad people in my life. Sometimes, I think people just aren’t meant to stay forever, no matter how much we want them to.

I realized this when I broke up with my ex-boyfriend. Even though we probably could have made the relationship last longer, things just didn’t feel right anymore. It hurt, but at some point I had to accept that not everyone is meant to stay in my life forever..mi

That made me realize something. Not everyone comes into our lives to stay. Some people are there to teach us something. Some become memories we’ll always look back on. And some are just a part of our story for a little while. I know that sounds sad, but I don’t think it always is.

Every person I’ve lost has left something behind. Sometimes it was a lesson. Sometimes it was an experience. Sometimes it was just a memory that I still think about from time to time.

Yes, I’ve lost a lot of people in my life, and yes, many of them meant a lot to me. But somehow, every loss taught me something about myself too. And while some people left, new people came into my life as well.
I still miss some of the people I’ve lost. Maybe I always will. But I guess that’s just a part of growing up.