The entire time that I was gone I could never completely trust someone. And when that goes on for so long you stop seeing people for people, you see threats or targets. And when I decided to come home, I just didn’t know how to turn that part of me off.
You f o r g e t your life after awhile, the life you had before. Things you cherish and hold dear are like pearls on a string. Cut the knot, they scatter across the floor, rolling into dark corners, never to be found again. So you move on. And eventually you forget what the pearls even looked like. Or at least you t r y .