I sit at the crossroads of another decision in my life, small in the grand scope of things but large enough to set the course of my life.
I’ve met many people who I’ve built deep and meaningful relationships with, only for them to disappear in the blink of an eye.
Gone like the wind.
And as soon as we meet again, I have to act like nothing has ever changed.
Too many people have left. And Every day I sit there. Alone.

I have to ask you, if that is the course of which you and I must run?
Are you ready to become another ghost of my past?
At the end of days, 10 years from now, in a week, I will have already forgotten you, and you will have already forgotten me.
When we lay on our deathbed it is not the people who have hurt us that remain, but those who have loved us.

I would much rather not. Instead of a whimper, I’d rather stand bravely and clearly on what is in my heart.

I look back on everything that has transpired, and the words of my friends, my family, and my acquaintances all agree that I should cut out the poison that you’ve become.
I look back on everything that came before and I miss my friend.
I miss late night beers and laughter accompanied by harmless banter.
At the end of it all, I feel trapped. I feel that I have two choices, either leave the family that I have formed, but you have formed closer;
or forget all, as if all wrong is removed and regress into your closest friend.
In both choices I am harmed.
Either in the loss of some of the kindest people that I love,
Or in the loss of my dignity and the ability to protect myself from people who never had my best interests, even in the back of their mind.
All in all, only one question remains.

Why?