The Band Bus

There's something I've been dreading for the good part of a year now. I've shed a good many tears on this fear, and devoted several restless nights to it. I was outrunning it for a time, for things seemed strong, and I suppose they were. As of late, things have been changing. Things are turning down paths I cannot go.

While it pains me to say that my fears are becoming actualized, it's nowhere near the pain I imagined it to be a year ago. Sorrow, yes, but not overwhelming depression, as I predicted. It's an unfortunate happening, but it does feel right somehow.

I am me. I cannot change that. I cannot do certain things or act certain ways. Not even for you.

I'll cherrish the years when nothing could come between us. We have lived through some tough things and we've never faultered, save for the passing of time. It would be lovely to rewind, but I'm through wishing for that. I know it's futile. Besides, I'm becoming me, and it's someone I can be proud of. At the same time, you are becoming you, and I pray it's someone you can be proud of as well.

I wish you all the luck in the coming years, if I am no longer a part of them.