on loss

and then life kidnap us. no warning. one moment we are here, another moment we are somewhere else. in different places, far away from each other. sometimes moving, sometimes stuck in some dark corner of a dirty street. but distant. as if there is an entire world keeping us apart. as if there had been something lost, something that was there but no longer. no more. it's funny, because it was supposed to be the other way around. different experiences, different daily lifes, should bring more issues to the coffee table, more topics to talk about, more things to share. in theory, of course. but no. it doesn't happen. we dive, and we forget. we don't have time. we think we don't have time, we don't sacrifice anything. instead we keep walking. alone, and it sucks, and we both feel it (at least i do), and yet we do nothing. nothing. as if it was simply not worth the trouble, the effort. but if it isn't - then tell me, what on earth will ever be?