Somewhere along in the bitterness I paniced and I found the quickest escape possible. Now as I look back, I realise that I made a mistake, quite a few of them actually, but letting go of you was never one of them. I would have stayed up with you all night, we both know I would. I gave you one more chance and you walked away. I was left with nothing else to do, than to break from the one's I follow, and search for new friends, better friends. Now as I stumble upon people I gave little notice to in the past, I'm beginning to see how many chances I let slip by.
I'd like to believe that it happens to everyone as we grow up. We find out who we are and what we want and then it dawns upon us that the people we've know forever suddenly don't see things the way we do. So we decide to keep the memories but find ourselves moving on. I guess I just got tired of always being the last thing on your mind. So just like a broken record I can't seem to stop reliving the past no matter how much I move forward. I think life is not about tying up loose ends. It's about always having them there, reminding you of what you've lost and what you've yet to gain...
