Why does it work like that sometimes?
You meet someone, they come, they go.

No promises. You knew them, you heard them. It was simple, possibly even pure.
But even while they're gone, the memory stays.

So do you keep on meeting new someones after knowing it'll only be another memory, or do you stop meeting new ones because you learned your lesson?

Provided that you felt wrong or hurt. Otherwise you're a memory-collector or something. One of those people who do it on purpose for their varied colourful reasons. Whether your reasons are right or wrong. Let alone who can tell if it's even right or wrong. (For the sake of argument, let's leave that to the moral compass.)

Or you continue; open to risking yourself in new relationships, hoping someday, one person finally stops leaving and chooses to stay.

There're wild cards, as I fondly think of them; like you're a passive open book, and one day someone picks you up and starts reading you and before you know it...something, just something inexplicable between you two just happened and keeps happening, that you can't get enough. That one day, you found what you have, in fact, been waiting for (as a passive, contented, open book), or, what you were formerly looking for.

And then my other favourite wild card: Still in the game, with the same reason of meeting someone, who'll finally put them out of the game.

I don't know why we chance upon people who come in and don't stay, especially when we want them to.
I also don't know why we let people in, and then choose to leave them anyway, for whatever reason we have.

Is it a pattern? Are we comfortable with our pattern? Is it karma? You finally know how it feels.

All I know now, is that it hurts a hell lot, when you lose someone you either cherished, or wish you could've cheished.
Maybe because I knew, we could've found a way to make more memories but chose not to risk it.

Either I believe what I have now without them is worth it, or what I could still have is even more.
Come and go.
Come and stay.
I come you go.
I come you stay.
We both come we both go.
We both come we both stay.

I seriously think life, and that Big Force and Entity out there is writing stories out of my life.

I'd like to sit back and read that someday. A long, long, long time from now, kind of someday.