You know what sucks? Realising that everything you believe in, everything you aspire to, everything you dream of, is complete and utter bullshit. Destiny, soulmates, true love and all that other nonsense. I should have listened to her, she was right all along. But even as I admit that, I know there is one thing she was wrong about - dreaming isn't a waste of time. I'm old enough to grasp that they'll never come true, yet that's not where the magic unfolds. Because dreams are like the moon, I may never touch it, but if I follow it, it might just lead me where I need to go...
When someone's gone from your life for a really long time, you start to forget stuff about them. Like how their voice sounded, the way they laughed, the way everything you did was completely okay with them. I don't think I'll ever be content with the way things ended. Perhaps our failure will guide us forward, to something better, to someone better. As the new voices deafen the old, and as the screech of the future beckons, I cannot help but wonder where you were, when everything fell apart...
