but every road can hide a corner we can't see
i didn't see that coming.
i had our whole lives planned out - but i guess things don't always work out the way we plan.
i've forgotten what it's like to write - it's as though i'm learning how to grasp the pencil again.
when we change, do we still retain a part of ourselves? or do we morph bit by bit, and with time, let our experiences change us into other people entirely?
i still remember, faintly, the person i used to be, 6 years ago. we were so different then, you and i. funny how it was i who didn't think we would survive, but now we've switched roles and i'm left looking at the fragments in my hands.