And yet, in a room full of people — people I love and adore and have missed for such a long time — in a room full of my people, amidst all those comfortable laughs and snorts, when everything is better than perfect... the feeling of not belonging remains unshaken, hiding somewhere deep inside my laughter.
When you realize that everything is exactly how you left it, but somehow, you don’t belong here — because you’re the one who changed.
When you realize the place you left behind is still the place you can return to, but the person you left behind isn’t you anymore. That part of you has quietly died a little — and will fade further with time.
When you realize you never had to worry about these people becoming strangers — but now find yourself constantly worrying that they’ll notice how you’ve become one.
When you're in the middle of your happiest moments, and yet you still find yourself worrying about how soon it will all slip away.
When you realize that everything is exactly how you left it, but somehow, you don’t belong here — because you’re the one who changed.
When you realize the place you left behind is still the place you can return to, but the person you left behind isn’t you anymore. That part of you has quietly died a little — and will fade further with time.
When you realize you never had to worry about these people becoming strangers — but now find yourself constantly worrying that they’ll notice how you’ve become one.
When you're in the middle of your happiest moments, and yet you still find yourself worrying about how soon it will all slip away.
When your comfort place no longer feels comforting — and your hellhole is still hell, yet somehow you fit there more than you’ll ever fit here again.
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