Everybody leaves forever.
It’s never possible to return – there’s always somebody else returning instead of the “old” us.
Every good-bye is forever. Everything is really forever. Every step away is forever. Somewhere, I believe, there’s a book of my ‘forevers’. If one would make a toilet-paper out of this book, there’d be enough of it to supply the whole planet.
I sincerely hope that every step forwards, every attempt, every choice to make ‘forever’ a ‘not-forever’ also counts somewhere. I wonder what those ‘not-forevers’ change.