so easily some people forget, especially when you wanted to forget they didn't let you. they begged, they pleaded, they made sure u dint. and then when you find them now, when you need them the most. they've disappeared, they said, they would be there if you needed anything, if you got bored. but when you open your eyes. they've left, behind a new butterfly, chasing another dream, or maybe even wallowing in self pity.
but is it really fair? to wait this long, even though i flow with the wind, with every rivulet, i seem to listen to the same tune, go back to the same people, maybe quitting on people isn't as easy as it seems. maybe it shud be, why it isn't? I hate waiting. I do. it's the most horrible horrible way of being taken for granted.
