People grow apart, and sometimes, there nothing anyone can do about it.

I was too weak to walk. At least, I thought I was too weak. But in truth, I was too weak to try.

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.

And what if in the future we're at war again, or we still haven't elected a non-white or non-male president, or the Rolling Stones are still dragging their tired old butts on stage? That would depress me way too much.

Everything seemed good, but I knew it had the potential to be awful.

Everything...affects everything

People grow apart, and sometimes, there nothing anyone can do about it.