I knew you once, knew you so well. I watched you grow- watched you grow just to see you break into fragments of things I never wanted you to be. Stranger, what I would have given to be able to fix you. To fix everything. But that was equivalent to asking if it were possible for me to thread the moon to a roll of string. And so I ask, what is the point of holding on to something that is already gone? I cannot comprehend why people do it- why they let others in when they know that nothing lasts forever. I've seen change, I've seen betrayal. I know how it's like to look at someone and wonder how something so good could decay so quickly. I know it all too well. And yet, here I am, and there you are, a stranger again.

Damn epiphanies.