In the Middle of Aircon and Fan Winds

So here i am again, trying to post something.

I can’t seem to think of anything worth writing now. So please bear with all the things I’m about to write.

I read something a while ago, it says “when does a person become someone from your past?”

Is it when you learn how to forget them? But you never really forget anyone.

Is it when you learn how to live without them? But you already lived an entire life before meeting them.

Or is it that final moment when after you have grieved for days, weeks, months or even years that you have finally accepted the fact that that person is never coming back? Adieu. Sayonara. Paalam.

Why do people have to put someone in the past?

Maybe, so they can move forward.