There are people who’ve become memories in my life, while still being in it. People I still see, talk and hang out with but it’s like my time with them is never in the present, always locked in the past tense! It’s not that I don’t like them anymore but rather that I’m hanging onto a certain memory which I lived with them. A beautiful memory that filled my heart with happiness and my soul smiled along. A memory that creeps up my mind every time I’m upset of something they did, so as to remind me that the present isn’t yesterday. I can still cling to the past if it gives me a push towards a better me!
It’s not strange, I think everyone can relate to such a situation, I guess?