If only it were warm tonight, I could lay on the grass and count the stars. It’d be like remembering this place really well, so much so that I could ingrain it into my very skin. How beautiful it would have been, remembering this place, one last time before I go back and never return.

It has never ceased to amaze me how consistently awful people are to one another. How, when it seems that all hope has been lost, those people who you allowed to cling to you during their dark times suddenly escape off into the sunlight. Unfortunately, when you’ve been in the dark for quite a while, any attempt to awaken to find them will send you on an instantaneously blinding journey under the sun’s rays, leaving you more helpless than before you attempted this feat. So it is that this world thrives off the delusions and fallacies of those incapable of seeing the truth, a truth so terrible that it would disrupt the very heart of the unfortunately enlightened. There is a secret that keeps us attacking each other instead of our faults, one that has created a flawless execution, a thriving plot that separate cities and lovers.
But what if it could be changed?
What if you didn't have to be your parents?
What if, in the end, it all turned out to be a simple solution that make our future children smile?

Well, no.

"Do you remember what it felt like when all you wanted in life was to catch a glimpse of sunlight shining on his face?”
“Well, no... but sometimes it comes back in glimpses, a song playing somewhere far away, the way the clouds form shadows on the road when it has just rained, the way my neighbor’s kids play in the yard every Sunday evening. Sometime the little boy throws his head back and laughs the same way. Maybe even the way I open my eyes in the morning and how I close them for the last time before I dream. But no…I mean, not really."

After years of you being gone, lost from my grasp and view, you came back to me.

It was a quite day when I was pacing back and forth in the sunlight, pondering something now forgotten. When then, at the end of the hallway-- there it was. I didn't recognize it at first, for it had estranged me nearly seven years ago now. And yet, upon my initial recognition, I did not believe it could truly be. It was my old heart, the one that fell in love with you in the very beginning, when I first learned what love was and the only time I have ever experienced it.
It was telling me to start over, but I wasn't sure that I was. Perhaps, though, I was, for wasn't that the very point of it having returned to me? I don't want to let go of you, but I suppose I must. It's a sign that I must go.

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