Little Scars Last Longer

  (Zero 7 - Left Behind)

You know that feeling when you know something has changed you in a way you didn't expect? Either good or bad? A light sadness accompanied by a sharp pain at the passing of memories. A little harsh spouts of hate and detest shooting through your spine. Disbelief about what you have lost, and even more so about the reasons why.

One thing I learned, most of all, is that I value things differently then other people do. And that at least I fight for things that are worth having. And don't cut and run without little thought or fight at the first sign of trouble. When the greatest thing, probably in the world you've ever had in your entire life, apparently requires less thought to dump than the average choice of shrooms. 

It showed me that for some, what I had was apparently worthless. And I don't know what hurts more, knowing that, or knowing that someone I care for so much actually thinks that. Moving on is not simple this time. And though the scar feels small, I fear it will remain with me for years and years to come. Cleaning up the things, you left behind.