You ever wonder how some people walk into your life and suddenly everything feels lighter, and then they vanish like it was all a dream? I think some people walk into your life just to pass through, like clouds drifting across a quiet sky. They bring light, a warmth, a little chaos, and then they're gone, leaving nothing but the memory of having been there. You might never know why they came, or why they left, and that's the part that stings the most, you carry the questions longer than you carry them. And yet, even in the quiet hurt, there's a strange kind of hope. Because in feeling the gap they leave behind, you start to notice the parts of yourself that are still whole, the spaces you can fill on your own, the small joys that exist even when someone doesn't stay. Some people are only meant to teach you how to hold your own heart, how to treasure moments without needing forever, and how to trust that life keeps giving, even when the ones who matter most pass through too quickly. Their leaving hurts, but it also reminds you that the world is bigger than the pain, that love can be brief and still beautiful, and that even fleeting connections leave marks that never fully fade.