My life it seems as turned upside down, and everything completely flipped. Have I become what I utterly despise? Am I truly happy with my life and how things are going right now? With the exception of the ever present nagging at the back of my mind. Knowing I am still tormenting another, not letting him go. Or is it he that willn't release me? I am lost in the matter, and perhaps that is what is so perturbing about it. He cries to me from across a country. He yells at me from another world. He has me in his grasp, and he's hurting me, but he won't let go. He won't move on. The universes we are in collide with such force, and make such unbearable cacophony. There is no sweet peace, no quiet tranquility. Only the bitter reminder of a one once lost. He is gone from me. Physically and mentally. We have each gone our own ways. Half a world away it seems, yet I still seem to have his heart in tow, never to let go. Why can't he release me from this torment? Take it back, it's not mine to have. I do not want it, if what is to accompany this morsel of grief is anguish and lies. Is it so hard to move on when it beng four long months and thousands of miles? Does it take so much true effort? Promise not to kiss another for over two years? Is that right for him to ask this of me? Am I being unfair at not keping a promise that was so unjustly made? Perhaps I am just selfish, to care so little? Did I truly do something so wrong? I'm not the one who abandoned the other. . .