It was strange the day after it happened; waking up to a world without you. It was strange when nothing in the world really changed, but somehow in my mind there is a wall that stands in between this world and the world with you in it.
And when I was just about to come to terms with it, it happened again. And waking up thinking you're no longer there is a cold reality.
One took away my pain.
The other inspired me to live again.
I had been so sure of my actions before then. I was so sure I could stand by my decisions. I understood what I only learned as words, that to love is to regret.
It was strange thinking of leaving it all, and stranger still to be left behind.
