Not all memories are of monumental moments; so many of mine are mere snippets of my life, irrelevant to all but myself.
I have never believed myself to be worthy to be responsible for a life. If it should come to pass, however, what is it that I should do? Step away or plow forward? Hug her close or push her away? Be as I am or be what my parents wanted?
People call me unambitious. They think I am so carefree. They ask me about my dreams and I tell them I have none, for they have laughed and jeered when I said otherwise. They act disappointed, saying "Such a wasted young soul," and yet they tell me I can never make it. So, I will remain silent until they will listen to my voice.
I have never felt hatred, seen anger, touched lust. I thought the world was a blessed place. That was before I saw what was on the other side of the mirror.
I was right there, yet I didn't try to save you. He was from another world, yet he did everything to get to you. You, my forever friend. Forgive me.
Blood is thicker than water, but what if you bleed me dry?
It is not betrayal if I never wanted to betray you. But what does it matter? I still gave everything to kill you.