Life is like a party. You invite a lot of people, some leave early, some stay all night, some laugh with you, some laugh at you, and some show up really late. But in the end, after the fun, there are few who stay to help you clean the mess. And most of the time, they aren’t even the ones who made the mess. These people are your real friends. They are the ones who matter the most.
I used to have those kind of people beside, behind, and in front of me. They were always around. That was before the mess I made. Now I understand that what the past is past, no matter how much we have done for them, some won’t appreciate us. Release them. Go where we’re appreciated and understood.
I used to believe I have them. And now I realize, those days are gone.