You continue down steadily towards some destination that I've never been able to see. I figured, once, that I'd come along and we'd find a place to thrive. There were abrupt movements and different chances for the both of us. But that's how it's always supposed to be among people.
You can't just grow with someone and not faulter.
How to figure out whether it's worth it or not is harder, though. That's one of the decisions that can stab you in the back later, later when you see you really shouldn't have done that. (Whatever those "thats" entail)
I'd figured out that I was going to do what I wanted to do because I wouldn't have other people ruining my chances. Those other people, they wouldn't be around for much longer anyway. People have a tendancy to leave, even when they promise to be there forever.
It's not their fault, and it's not my fault. So I wouldn't be bitter for long. No one really expects for these types of things to happen.
And I guess I'm writing about more than just you. I'm writing about all of them that went somewhere and left me behind because I was content to stay where I was. I guess this is my way of understanding that, no, it isn't nothing, but it's nothing to ruin my life over.
Lord knows I may just ruin someone elses.
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