It’s just this fact that’s hard to take. Everyday i see new faces and wonder how many faces i’ve seen in my lifetime. Strangers at first, but some stay long enough and eventually become a face with a story. They become a moment. And sometimes after that moment. They end up as nothing but memories. Intangible fragments of what once was. Of a face with a story. How that story was where you once lived. And how you built your story together but somehow ended up living them apart.