Then happened something I have always dreaded, our paths crossed again. Seems like the goodbyes were never enough. They say when you say something you don’t mean, it don’t have an effect. Some things just keep haunting you. The more you run away, the more they chase you. Some things are not meant to be, yet, they are destined to happen. Some things do not mean anything yet they make you forget everything and blind you from any reasoning that is left behind That makes you wonder how long until I lose my will and give in completely? Some things belong in the past, and the past is suppose to be buried deep. I hope it’s only our paths crossing and not us. Some things are not meant to be, and I’ll do anything to make sure it stays that way.