Maybe, definitely.

I've been drained of all my creative inspiration of late and don't seem capable of crafting even little snippets of literary work, not that they were stupendous to begin with. But though they weren't the most elegantly-written, eloquently-conveyed writings, they were far more special than merely being "beautifully written", they were true. They were true to my thoughts, they were true to my feelings and most importantly, they were true to me. And really, that's all that matters.

People always leave. And I don't just mean physically. People change on a constant basis; evolve based on the ever-changing conditions of their environment. Sounds a lot like Charles Darwin's theory of evolution from the Origin of Species eh? But, honestly, just the thought of facing something I've known all my life in one instance, and then facing something wholly unfamiliar in the next, makes me feel solicitous. I guess that's why evolution is a long and drawn-out process isn't it? It allows us time to adjust, to familiarise, to get used to the new. But it doesn't for one moment, eliminate the dull, throbbing pain that comes with the loss of something that you valued all too much.