The Oldest story

Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.

― Richard Siken , War of the Foxes

Someone has to leave first- The story that never changes. 

There is a story as old as time itself. It does not come with plot twists or alternate endings.  

There are no second drafts, no surprise chapters. It begins with connection, with the meeting of eyes or

 souls or hands — and it ends when one of them has to leave.

“Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.”

These lines carry the weight of every goodbye ever said — whispered at train stations, shouted during fights,

 written in letters, or simply left unsaid in the silence of someone who just doesn't show up again. No matter

 how much we romanticize permanence, the truth remains: every love, friendship, or bond carries within it 

the inevitability of loss. One stays. One goes. And the echo of that departure remains long after footsteps 

fade.

We often look for reasons, for blame, for peace. But maybe there’s none to be found. Maybe it's not about 

who left or why they left. Maybe the truth is, someone had to leave. That’s just how the story was written — 

not out of cruelty, but out of the rhythm of life itself.

To acknowledge this truth isn’t to lose hope. It’s to live more deeply. To love while you can. To sit a little 

longer. To hold the hug for one more breath. To say what you mean while the chance still hangs in the air.

Because someone will leave — first.
And it won’t make the love any less true.
It won’t erase the meaning.

It’s just how the story has always gone.