@creatingwonders: Quote of the Day 😌

🎶 𝒮𝒶𝓂 🐾🫖💕 :

It’s heartbreaking how someone can be such a big part of your everyday life and then suddenly you’re back to being strangers. You still remember their voice, their habits, the little things that made them laugh and stuff they never had to explain to you. And then one day, all you have left of that closeness are the memories reminding you there was once a time when you couldn’t imagine not having them in your life 🥺

(david)🚂Gen❌️ :

Maybe strangers are better than memories!!!

Zack King 🇺🇸 :

out most of the quotes I hear. this one hits particular probably hits me the hardest 💔😞🥺

BrianT :

I dont think I could give that soul a second chance, like you said before. It's like giving them another bullet

🎶 🇨🇻 cj~ 💜s ~jazz 🇨🇻 🎶 :

Becoming strangers again is for the best sometimes,as for memories they fade with time,you may remember bits and pieces but they don't matter because most have moved on with their lives,the peace and happiness that you feel is better than anyone you left.

sfranky882 :

Stranger Danger

Chula 🥰 :

Yes😢 constantly remind me myself to be strong 🤷‍♀️

Breastiewins :

the fact that we're strangers again breaks me.... forget the memories 💔

CHINOJKI :

MAGIC WORDS AMAZING COMPLEMENT💯

Mãdå-Lee💖 :

lt hurts yes, but it's for the best🙌

Luyanda imbongi yabampisholo :

You came back to my fyp.🙂‍↕️

N;cole Rene :

That’s facts 🥺🥺🥺

Gus Hernandez :

truth

FadedAurora :

ya true enough

CROSS :

Deep

Jae Styles :

Real facts

5810 :

Non e possibile perdere qualcuno che hai amato!

jeanbug12 :

truth

AZ AUTOS 🇳🇬 :

Yeah

Martine :

Sometimes we become strangers once again, but carry memories that remain. We knew each other in our deepest ways, shared moments, emotions, nights and days. Silences, laughter, things we couldn’t say, a part of our lives that slowly faded away. And then comes the day when we pass like strangers,as if all we lived had never been ours to remember. Yet one strange truth remains : we may not know each other today, but we know what we once meant along the way. The memories remain, even when the place is gone, asking for nothing, simply carrying on. They become a quiet part of the road we’ve crossed, a chapter of our lives, remembered but not lost. And perhaps that is what growing means in the end : to keep the beauty of what has been,without needing to live it again.

Ab :

You’re a legend

Rosa Brooks777 :

never strangers but lots of memories

AISHA BIRUNJI ❤️‍🩹♏️❤️‍🩹♏️. :

Bitter truth😊

ShadowXandr :

Mc Travis🇧🇷 :

next day 🥹