Some of you have moved on with your lives and long forgotten about my existence. Some of you think of me (what I like I believe) but most of you don't (the truth). Just know that I think of each and everyone of you at least once a day. Some of you more than once. And I hurt. Why do I do this? I have no Idea. It's hard. I'm here to tell you I'm sorry that you were left behind by me. You're all lovely. I needed you all at one point and you made me a better man because of all the little influences. I miss you all dearly. But life doesn't stop for anyone. Science doesn't speak as loud as my heart. What I need for you is to tell me you love me. I don't feel the love anymore. Even though you never said it, I still felt it. But not anymore.