It isn’t because fate has run out that we leave; it’s because our lives begin to take different directions, and so fate seems to have ended. Many people later discover that what they truly miss may not be that person, but the version of themselves that was able to meet them—the version that stayed up late chatting, the one who still believed the future held endless possibilities, the one who was willing to love without holding back. When someone is gone, when an era passes, and when you’ve changed too—this is the real regret behind most “last times we meet.” The deepest meaning of a relationship often doesn’t lie in whether you can walk side by side forever, but in how it shaped the person you became. Some people accompany you for a lifetime; others only walk with you for a while. The difference is only in length, not in value.