Once, I thought people in life
were like trees—deeply rooted.
No cyclone, no flood
could ever shake them.
Always the shade I could run to.
Always the comfort I longed for.
I trusted them with my secrets,
screamed my agonies,
shared my happiness—
never doubting the bond.
Mine, I thought.
Me, theirs.
Safe, I believed.
Blissful, I felt.
Until one day—
the tree was gone.
Vanished.
No chainsaw,
no warning—
just gone.
Leaving me sad,
traumatized,
disturbed,
in pain.
No goodbyes.
No words.
Just left.
Now I know:
people are never the trees.
They are the seasons—
they come,
they go.
And you—
you are your own charm,
your peace,
your happiness,
your friend. 🧡
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