We lose things, we get some more, then we lose some more. Some things could fill in empty spaces, some are just never enough to fill in the blanks. Some things we lose are worth the gain, some things we lose we regret for the rest of our lives. Some missing pieces are never found, some find their way back, some take a lot of hard work and patience. Some things we lose are called sacrifices, some are just fake giveaways. Some make us cry. Some, we don't even notice. Some we can still chase, some we just can't.
It is never anybody else's fault. Once we could accept this, once we are able to finally take a part of the blame, if not all of it, then we would be able to move on. We move on, and then hope and pray that somehow, those missing things that we hold close to our heart will find their way back to us. Those that are meant to be together always find their way back to each other.
And as I end this post, I can't help but ask this: Is "some" treated as singular or plural?