We almost had it all...

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing its trajectory. You decide to go a different way, a completely unexpected route, but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Then suddenly you find yourself in an endless game of cat and mouse, forever being tormented by the sandy tornado, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why, you ponder. Why doesn't it leave you alone? Once you take a deep breath and take one more, the answer is clear and simple. This storm isn't something that blew in from far away or something that has nothing to do with you. This storm, this manifestation of nature which destroys everything in its wake, that forces people to abandon you, to leave you for better things, for better friends, lovers, family - this storm ... is you.