I can feel you there. A voice calling for me from a past future I can no longer have. Why have you come back to me? After all this time? Was it the regret? Was it because you knew? Because you knew I have been alive and well this entire time? I don't know if I'm ready to accept you back after that. I've moved on, and I can't continue to sorrow over people who don't wish me around anymore. I won't say goodbye unless you make it goodbye, but I sure as hell won't try to make it hello.-Unsigned Entry