It is not until you walk the paths you once tread on, you realise that was the last time.
It is not until you think about the emotions that once existed, you realise that is no longer the case.
It is not until you look at that scene, you realise things have changed.
It is not until you take a deep breath, you realise that the scent has faded.
It is not until those moments of nostalgia, you realise it will not happen again.
It is not until you think of what it could be, you realise it will not be.
It is those who leave, that make you realise they will never be forgotten.