All of life is a foreign country

Do you ever consider why you meet someone at the exact moment in your life that you meet them? Why do we meet people who stay in our lives for years but remain mere acquaintances? Why do we meet people whom we share common likes, hobbies, interests with who then journey to another city, state, or country within weeks of meeting them?

Would we have been better off had we never met those men or women? The ones who we could possibly enjoy a lifelong friendship with but don't get the chance to find out because of distance? What if we we could see dating this person and they move away before we do?

The what-ifs have kept me awake lately; spending hours tossing and turning with questions in my head, I haven't found sleep in days. I've been battling with this over the last few days. I wish I knew the reason why I had to meet someone for such a short time. Is it to accomplish one major event in my life with that person or find out one thing that only they could have exposed in me?

Or maybe the meeting itself is just an insignificant coincidence. Sometimes it seems it would be easier to never have met a wonderful person who ends up moving away. Save the sadness for someone else, give me ignorance. Here's to unanswered questions.

"Of all the things I never told you, this is the lump in my throat." - Marla Hansen