People come and go in our lives. Some of them leave bigger holes than others. Some barely cause a ripple when they leave.
But some…they take a piece of your soul when they go. It’s like a tongue poking the hole where a tooth used to be. You miss their presence. You miss where they fit.
It’s a loss. You eventually move on. You get used to the empty space. It stops feeling strange.
Your life goes on. You will think about them. You will miss the joking, and talking with them. But you’ll live. They may have meant the world to you, but they left. And you have to let go so you can live.