we used to love, but it’s not really the same anymore. high school makes it easy to love, i suppose. but as for life-after-a-life-that-actually-had-a-purpose, i simply feel like i’m living through the epilogue of a novel, where the real story has already been told and now we are simply tying up loose ends. my existence in the story is but a few pages, where i exist merely to accentuate another character’s flawless personality. i am but a cameo in the hero’s tale.
the fact is, where we are in the story, you can choose to read on, or simply close the book. you won’t get anything less out of the story by stopping now.
