They've moved on
All the people that once meant the world to me have moved on and barely remember my name. Now...it is a little ridiculous for this to bother me, and I suppose it doesn't in a strange sort of way. Because a long time ago, I appeared to move on from them and forget and want to forget and abandon. At the time I was correct but I was also foolish. I wish that I could know then what I know now, but that's also kind of ridiculous because then they wouldn't have liked me in the first place. Funny how that works. Funny that the people you grow with and learn with will start to reject you when you start to reach your goal, and in your heart of hearts, you'll start to reject them too. The way of life is to be never stopping, never still, constantly in motion as every new word and sentence and idea changes us and moulds us. We are very impressionable creatures. Still, when that familiar face that you confided all of your secrets appears to you in the same position, with someone you hate, you feel some sort of breech of loyalty. The truth is, they probably know my enemy better then they know me. I think the part that bothers me the most, is that I've changed so much but I don't feel any more equipped to deal with the task at hand. Like I've emerged from the chrysallis only to find that I'm still an ugly little caterpillar. I love those that I can trust, and those that I can trust, most of them anyway, don't know me well, that's why I trust them. There are two who I trust beyond all reason, they have my whole heart. The people who mean the most and who always will, are the ones who make you feel like a butterfly...no matter what I do or say or think or fear...to them you can be beautiful just because you exist, that's true love.