It's sad how you can never really know when you will see someone or someplace ever again.
Sometimes people vanish, places change or are destroyed.
And sometimes people do shitty things to you and you just decide, okay, I refuse to deal with this behaviour. There are two people I won't see ever again on purpose, and even if they die and get buried , I will not go. Honestly I will miss the forest and my childhood memories, and maybe the peach tree and the memories with my late Mamy, and the flowers that pop. For my godfather, I'll invite him to my wedding, if he doesn't show up, he will be treated the same way without pity.










