T'was A Universe Built On Quicksand

A Fragment

But the sad part is honey, that ends never come promising new beginnings. Sometimes, end means it's over.
Expectations and hopes will stay with you long after the person exits.
And as time shall pass, they'll grow tired. They'll be gone too. Leaving no sign of their existence.
Those fragmented portions will find new halves, fall into place. Scars will heal. Life will go on.
But the reality shall remain unchanged.
The fact that he will still be the torn pages of your favorite book and the hero of your best seller.
That when you look at yourself in the mirror with nothing left to remind you of him but your own SELF.