"We were always like parallel lines. No matter how close we got, our paths never cross."
If I left, would our paths never cross again? Will you forget my name? Will you not recognize me anymore with age and experience? Will you forget what I meant to you?
Who I am really writing about? I don't even know anymore. Its like a collective feeling of leaving; losing. Am I? This is really weird. I think what I am experiencing is the ever famous FOMO. Took me a long time to wrap my head around that phrase. Why does it feel like I'm afraid I'll be missing out on something back here? I would have removed myself from the lives of those who matter to me.
The real question is.. how much does it actually matter? Do I... matter?
Yeah, the insecurities are kicking in. Dammit.
Its quite like me, that even upon leaving, I just have to leave a mess behind.
Create a whirlwind, some chaos, then leave.
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