Over the years there have been a lot of people who walk in and out of my life.
And when they first left, I was devasted; I didn't know why they left or what to do with myself.
"Was it my fault?" I would ask; "Did I do something wrong?"
But I've learned that people change, and I can't blame myself anymore.
At this point of time, I can say that I am honestly more sad and disappointed than angry.
I've decided that the only people I want in my life are the ones who make a conscious effort to be there, and then stay there.
So I guess after all, change is never always for the better.