The walk

You probably think nothing of it. But everything cost something.

It's been awhile. The pain has numbed to a throb somewhere deep within. There has been too many happenings that occupied my mind for the past months. But I never stop thinking about what it still means. Life has gotten a little harder to live.

I wonder if I can ever meet up to your expectations. I guess probably not because we both have different ideas of what it should be.
How many man are born to be great? How many make it? For every one of them how many will be mediocre?

I'm still trying. To live my best to be my best. It's never going to be easy but I know I can still make it even with all the setbacks.

So tell me what are you looking for now? Perhaps I still can help you with what I can.

It may be that without me your life will be so much better. With the bright future that you are striving so hard for. A future that I'm not a part of.

2 is still better than 1. If you manage to find yourself in an equation that suits you to a T, let nothing hold you back.

If I could walk with one for the rest of my life, it would be you.
That's why it pains me to say if it's better for you please go. I will learn to let go.

And thus the short walk we had ended. I'm back in my own world, I'm going home.