People grow apart, and sometimes, there nothing anyone can do about it.
One little ripple started today could create a typhoon fifteen years from now.
A week went by and nothing. But eventually, as they always will, the rumors reached me. And everyone knows you can't disprove a rumor.
I waited a second. Should I? No... but I will.
I hate not knowing what to believe anymore. I hate not knowing what's real.
A flood of emotions rushes into me. Pain and anger. Sadness and pity. But most surprising of all, hope.