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They say - Out of sight, out of mind. Wisdom like that is supposed to be applicable pan everything. Then why does it not work with me? Why is what out of sight not out of mind? 
Or maybe I should rephrase it - it's not the type of pain that fades away, it's the type of pain that one learns to live with. Is that what you are now? You have truly come a long way - from my most beautiful dream to my worst nightmare. As I sit here, I try and think about the road that lead to this. Where did our paths fork and they became yours and mine?
When did our side become your side and my side? And above all, when did the moments together start inducing pain?
How does it work? I mean its mechanisms? Somebody was there and now that they are gone, you cry over them for an x amount of time and after that x value has been given some random number, you pick up the pieces and move on? Do people stop being a part of you just because they are no more there to goof around the home with you? Or do they matter no more, now that from priority you have been delegated to an option? If so, then are some of my bolts lose if I say, you are still the person I say my first good morning and last good night too? You are my first companion in every joy and the one person that hears all my rants when am angry? My best friend, my worst enemy, my biggest mentor, my fiercest critic, my dream come true, my hopes all shattered - you still are the world to me. 

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