Do you..

Do you remember that time? Under the stars, we were young and stupid back then. Do you still think of me? I walk around in this wasteland, and there will be something triggering memories, invoking thoughts of you. Its strange how everything is referenced back to something, be it good or bad. Just something from our life in the past. The past is what shapes us, but holding onto that past just kills you. Do I regret? Sometimes. Would I do it all over again? Yes. Everything that has happened has lead me to this point. Without anything I would be nothing. Without everything I wouldn't be anything. These scars that run deep into the abyss that is my soul are all stories and what we do with those scars shape the entity which we call ourselves.

I never did stop fighting, but I had to save myself even if it meant I had to let you go. If I didn't, I would have perished in the fire. I survived because the fire inside burned brighter than the fire around me. I fell down into that dark chasm, but the flame burned on and on.

This is my life and my life alone.