A Flood Of Emotions Rushes Into Me.

Because It May Seem Like A Small Role Now, But It Matters. In The End, Everything Matters.

Because What If I Got To Know You And You Turned Out To Be Just Like They Said? What If You Weren’t The Person I Hoped You Were? That, More Than Anything, Would Have Hurt The Most.

Half Of Them Kept Repeating My Name, Trying To Get It Right, While The Other Half Laughed. But They Were Harmless. Fun Drunks Make A Nice Addition To Any Party: Not Looking To Fight. Not Looking To Score. Just Looking To Get Drunk And Laugh. I Remember Those Guys. Like The Mascots Of The Party. "clay! Whatcha Doon Here? Bah-ha-ha-ha!

A Week Went By And Nothing. But Eventually, As They Always Will, The Rumors Reached Me. And Everyone Knows You Can't Disprove A Rumor.

People Grow Apart, And Sometimes, There Nothing Anyone Can Do About It.