Life
The world is always changing, its pattern creating small paths against a greater landscape. I used to fight the change, trying to hold on to what was familiar and dear to me. I have learned that this is useless and generally lends to change being a rough and unpleasent experience. Some people welcome change with open arms - I am not at that point yet. Rather, I have learned to move along with change, not welcoming it, but not fighting it either.
However, being left in the dust always scares me. To have you change and move ahead faster than me, leaving me to pick up the pieces and deal with the aftermath shakes me up. I don't want to be that pathetic person, still standing in the place that she was left, oblivious to the world in thinking that everything is the same and it is only a matter of time before it all plays out in exactly the same way. But sometimes, I find myself standing still, at moments when my guard has been let down. I am standing there, flowers in hand, waiting for the telephone to ring one more time, or to see your name flash across the computer screen just like it used to. In my opinion, these moments happen to often, I suppose somethings never change in a sense - this is one of them.

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