good things come to those who wait

maybe life is a song but you're scared to sing along until the very ending

Arethusa arose
    From her couch of snows,
  In the Acroceraunian mountains

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

this is nothing. people come in and out of your life, you stop to think about them once in a while, and then you go on, and you get used to it.