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so, we meet and part and meet again as years wear on and all at once you feel it all rush back and then not. and what is it you try to prove to yourself and to them? that time has indeed been kind to you and harsh to them? and which them, for each of them has a different inflection of hurt or is it hurt? or merely the symptoms of time and loss. for each day we lose something, each minute passes, never to be gotten again. and yet if we choose, each minute we gain and grow and prosper and laugh in the face of what time bears. so, we hold on to old hurts and though we heal, we sometimes cant stop trying to ease and make up for the past hurt. like, how a discarded girlfriend sees him later in life and still wonders if he regrets, and wishes he did. just to ease the hurt that once stung. there is a quotation, we are so vain that we even care for the opinion of those we don't care about. could it be that we really stop caring anyhows? if we did, what would it matter what he thinks. or what anyone else thinks for that matter? why do we always care so much what others think of us? old friends, new friends, acquaintances, colleagues, even people on the street who seemingly glare and stare and mock inwardly. or hostel mates, or friends of friends, and housemates of friends, and the list goes on and on and on. it should'nt matter what the one who left you thinks as long as you know what the one you're with thinks? it should'nt matter what friends who aren't really friends think as long as you know what your true friends think. it matters most, i think, what your family thinks and those closest to you. and mostly..what you yourself think of who you are and the course of your actions and the consequences which follow. and why bother always explaining to those who don't understand. just so you're not misunderstood?