people leave something behind when they walk away. not their steps or stuff. when someone leaves you, parts of them stay with you, some way or another. they leave their thoughts, and routines, and favorite songs. they leave you memories and spoken words that feels too good to not be remembered but hurts too much when it slips your mind. they leave intangible things that are usually looked past.
who we are today is the accumulation of thousand parts of people that we’ve met. it’s inevitable.
parts of them became parts of us. maybe now we order their usual menu in the usual restaurant they like to visit on weekends, because turns out it tastes better than our original order. maybe now we wake up earlier and go on morning walks while listening to the tunes they used to listen to when they take their morning walks. maybe now we read the book they lent us, the book they said had the most unique style of writing and a storyline we would love. or maybe now we think about that one sentence they casually blurted out that leads us to question the way we live our lives.
how could we erase them completely when parts of them shaped us into who we are today? does obliterating them mean erasing parts of us too?