Note: I do not know exactly where I was going with this and with who. But it’s something. Reasonably, this entry could probably fit with a bunch of people/characters. So voila, emotions.

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Remember who I am?

I do… and I want him back.

He was so carefree, happy, and so much fun. So it all seemed.

He was great, always surrounded by friends and people who liked and enjoyed his company. People always wore smiles around him and if they didn’t, he would find a way so that they did. And he never seemed to fail. He wasn’t exactly popular, but people knew him, not by name, but by his aura. One look at him and they knew exactly who he might have been.

I envy him. He had it all.

… … …

Until… just one day… he didn’t have it all… more precisely, he didn’t have any of it anymore.

Something happened. Not sure if it was something that happened to him or the ones around him, but he wasn’t the same… He was never the same.

People don’t surround him anymore. They don’t talk to him anymore. Little whisperings seem to run all around him now. They poison the air with potential harsh, judging, hushed comments. He could never make out the exactly words they spoke, but he could feel the atmosphere around him grow heavy with negativity and judgment.

He did not like any of it. But he did not have a thought of how this could be changed, maybe he didn’t even want it to change.

He’s changed now… to what I am now.

I do miss him, regret my choices, and hate this for myself.

He’s still here somewhere. I’m at the point of not caring, but he’s not letting me let go completely. He’s holding on to me as he holds on to the last strands of his hope for us.

I’m…grateful that he still tries so hard, but at this point I wish he’d just let go.

To free us… me of this.

I guess the both of us will just be hoping for our “own” wishes to come true or inevitably engulf us.