Quite Honestly...
Am I really meant to disappear? Is that what life is telling me? To make a choice that's best for everybody even to those you'll never get a chance to meet again face-to-face, no matter how much you wanted to make things happen correctly? If the memory keeps us from driving people apart, to cherish it and forgive, then why keep it if they do so anyway to you? If it weren't the people I met in the past, I wouldn't be here today, but at the same time, those people that pushed me this far, despite how treacherous things played-out, I still wanted something of it, despite the value I neglected or treasured. I was still young and didn't quite know everything. So...why? Why belong to some meaning that's lost if another wants to prove necessary? Am I being told to go back to where I belong in real-Time or am I being subjected to give-up, and simply let-go of dignity that proved no meaning to begin with? What does this all mean...