Forks in the road
Sometimes you look back, to that pivotal moment, those few words that made all the differance... You wonder, what could have been, what would have been, what couldn't have ever been. Where would I be now? You think, what are they doing there without me? Do they remember? Do they try to forget? What do they think of when their minds wander around to me? What impressions did I make? What memories did they take? What did I take away from it, from them, from you? What mistakes did we make? Did I want this? Or did I merely tell myself I wanted it? Or was it that I thought it could never happen, so I said that I wanted it? After, when she was done writing those two small words on that paper, making it so final, did I not think that things were going too fast, that maybe I hadn't wanted it at all? Well, whats done is done. The past is exactly that. Passed. And you must think of all the things that, if not for those forks in our paths, could have slipped us by completely....
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