He lost me again.
And life goes insanely fast. I'm nothing like who I used to be in Iran. I don't have time to brood about people and situations and goodbyes. Or about the times I walked out without even saying goodbye, without even closing the door, without  even getting noticed.
There are just short pauses in the crazy rotation of the roller coaster here and there.  Just a glance of those I've left behind. A glance of life as it used to be. It hurts. It hurts to death. Yet again the hurricane brushes you off. Throws you in the midst of your everyday struggles, and leaves you wondering whether the moment of pain was even real.