Some things, you just don't know how long it haunts you. It just hides in the midst of the shadows. Quietly waiting, for you to be weak, for you to be least ready, and then it pounces upon you. Hard, fast and furious.

It will ravage your heart mind and soul. It will leave you once it is done. A part of you forever gone. As it falls into a steady slumber, it slowly waits again. Again for you to be weak and least expecting. Then it will pounce, again.

Two years. As if it wasn't long enough. Begone you demon.

So there you were standing before me. This time more real than before. There you went speaking to us, there you went eyes glazing. I just did not know what to say. All i could do was nod in agreement as to how much i liked what you made. Things of the past are so much more pristine and sacred, especially when we hold it close to our hearts.

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