So Steve, "the BF", came home after an evening out with his friends. As usual nowadays we had a stupid argument about nothing and everything.
He had talked about me to his friends of four weeks from this PT course he's doing. And what he got out from that was that I will not miss him and I will find someone to replace him with.
The thing is.
In a way those words are true. I mean, look... in war, soldiers die and new soldiers step forward to replace the lost ones. The same goes with love. Love may die or fade or grow into something else, so that new love can be found.
But do we really replace the lost people? Or do life just simple go on? How hard it seems at first... that feeling of being replaced hanging over you. I remember it like it was a sad song I just heard, yet it was over three years ago. Yet that feeling turned into something stronger and better, and eventually the feeling of being replaced was not there anymore.
Of course, there are occations where you really are replacing people. Like a shitty one night stand after a break-up.
But then you realize that you couldn't replace what you wanted to replace, even if for a moment you thought you could. And you realize that you will have to live with some hard feelings for a while, and eventually that person you "replaced" will have a special place somewhere. Good or bad. He or she will still be there. Irreplacable.
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