But there are no come backs.

I wish life had a pencil,an eraser. We could change something,or erase something. Or never let something to be erased.. Because there are no come backs. Just no come backs... Every truth is just too rude to accept.. And at times we realize someone around us who we never wanted to lose, whose existence just held no substitute had finally left us and there's going to be no come back definitely  No matter how strong we pretend at inside to be.

And, as a matter of fact things keep on moving. Nothing stops. Nothing ceases.