True. It was once, but not anymore. It has nothing to make a sound about. No cry, no scream, no moans from a grudge. I suppose it's too late for that. Nothing to hold. No hope, no animosity. I think that's the worst part. It's just nothing now. Though I suppose this is all a part of the process. The long road of moving on. I hate him, but at the ( Read more... )