It really is crazy, isn't it, how our brains work?
I just finished exercising my memory, you know, with all your footprints and everything. It certainly brings a little uncomfortable feeling to me. Your face. Our happy faces. In fact, our togetherness; aren't they all history? I know, this is probably more than the hormones, but pardon me for being all pessimistic and skeptical.
I can't see the point. I mean, given the facts that we were spending good times together and letting our worlds bump into each other's and now it's not the same anymore, not because we don't want to but because we're forced to, I don't see any good reason why one of us would still want to try and wish for that to happen again for at least one more time. People change, so do we, and why bother wishing for something that is very unlikely to happen?
I can imagine you'd give me that 'it's not only black or white' crap again. I know, but I'll also let you know that for me, things are falling apart. I've been trying to let the grey thoughts settle, but I failed as always. Maybe you're right, I've changed. I've become someone I never thought I'd be. I've become someone I once was scared of. I've become the person of the opposite of my desire. And behind all reasons why I'm like this, you, or at least my own imagination about your perfection, stand there.
I was thinking of asking you, that if I were to leave, would it be like what I thought it would be? Would the earth still hold gravity so that others won't fall? Would the birds still sing every morning while the sun greets half of this place? Would the cold go and the snow melt when it's time? I can go on with all the list, but you're impatient. I'd just go straight to my point, if I were to fall, would you catch or would you just watch?