Empty Holes

As I looked at my wall today, after I took all the nails out, I took a better look at the holes that the nails left. Then it kind of hit me.

Whenever a person who played a role in your life leaves (and who you cared for, if even for the slightest), they leave a hole in your heart, just like nails do in the wall after you take them out. Just like the wall, from that point on, your heart will never be the same again, no matter how much time has passed. Even if you fill the hole in with plaster, you'll still notice the mark where the hole used to be. And at the end of everyone's life, each heart is filled with little holes, left by anyone who ever was a bit of importance for them.

I guess in the end, all the holes in your heart is what gives your life character and what makes your life yours. It's just a shame because I miss all those who have left and all those who will inevitably leave.

Nothing is permanent.