People walk in and out of our lives so easily.

We’re friends one day and we’re enemies the next. We’re lovers one day and we’re strangers the next. The meaning of friendship has dwindled and become meaningless. We are so fixated upon our own lives that we forget about others, ultimately becoming nothing more than acquaintances. I wish I could mend all of the relationships in my past that were left broken, no matter their lengths. People are people; we once knew each other. We once made memories, and I can’t help but remember every single one.