Letter to a love that left!

I've come to the realization that people's existence in our life is like wind. They come and go swiftly and their flow stays constant. Over the years I've spent existing, the more i tried biding someone to stay, the more I've hurt my own self. Well, that's what happens when the flow of air/wind is interrupted. We choke to death. Let's read it out loud. Close your eyes. WE TOO EXIST