And so it is done

And so it is done, all the unhappiness... Gone? Perhaps not, but shoved involuntarily and with brutal force into a dingy corner where memories reside. I will always love my memories, and cherish them. There is always a soft spot in my heart, where memories continue to grow, dreams based on those memories, of what could have been, if only. If only.

We are all different people, similar in most ways, but each is slightly individual, and in the case where differences are exaggerated because of over-analysis, now that is just a shame. We stand tall, stand strong, and we get what we want no matter the price. We concentrate on the goal, and brave the path.