And here he is again, yet things feel like they'll never be as easy between us as they once were.

Watching those guys pummel each other so no one would suspect them of being weak was too much for me. Their reputations were more important than their faces.

If time was a string connecting all of your stories, that party would be the point where everything knots up. And that knot keeps growing and growing, getting more and more tangled, dragging the rest of your stories into it.

You can't go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have is...now.

His door is closed behind me. It's staying closed. He's letting me go. I think I've made myself very clear, but no ones stepping forward to stop me. A lot of you cared, just not enough. And that...that is what i needed to find out. And I did find out. And I'm sorry.

But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.

It's hard to be disappointed when what you expected turns out to be true.