Nothing lasts forever.
Everything fades and everything breaks, and you never really do know why, do you? You sit there and try to analyze what went wrong, what you could have done. Except there's so many things to choose from that you don't know where to start, and you don't even think you really want to know where to start. Because starting means remembering, and remembering means thinking, and thinking means knowing who's to blame. And knowing who's to blame means you have to admit it. Admit that it's all your fault.
But you analyze anyway, because you can't help it. Because you're obsessing, even as you tell yourself not to, about the why's and the where for's and the did not's. Because he was there, he had always been there, and now he's not, and you still can't wrap your brain around that fact. Because there's nothing else to do, nothing else you can do, now that he's not here.
Everything fades, and now he's faded away. He's no longer here, with you, by your side - you know why and yet you're still sitting there.
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It's one of those random emo times that strike me without prior notice. And then I sit back and realise how much this can be related to Vincent's musings - and I think I'm scaring myself. Aha.