That's the thing about people, you know. They are not the roots of trees, stuck in the soil for a lifetime. They are leaves, changing with the seasons, their destination always changing and dependent on the wind.
They change colour, they are moved and directed by outside forces.
People change all the time. They will be there for you and then they won't. They will care then not care, love then not love, hate then not hate.
Sometimes, I feel like I'm a tree, and everyone around me are leaves.
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