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The Strings V: The Last of Them All Hopefully (The Most Important Of Them All)

The pleasure of leaving. It’s an amazing feeling isn’t it? I’ve only truly experienced this once and I figured out the rules:


1.) When you leave you never come back
2.) You can come back once to check on things and if they continued life without you they never really needed you
3.) You are an incredibly selfish person once you leave
4.) You have to attach yourself to people before you leave to make the feeling much more incredible.

I followed all these rules except number 3. I wasn’t the selfish one when I left. You were.

You grew on me like a plague and whispered all these meaningless words into my ear. (They’re all meaningless aren’t they?) Then you left, just because you could. You left just to see if I needed you. I didn’t need you, I wanted you and those are two very different things when it comes to matters of the heart. Instead of leaving for good you decided that I was worth a second shot… and maybe even a third…. And a fourth. I can only handle so many wounds, and I finally realized what the pleasure of leaving feels like.

The pleasure of leaving is like ripping your life after so many years of trying to plant it on the ground. You spent your every waking moment of your life planning ahead and suddenly you leave it all behind. It doesn’t sound like the world’s best feeling but it is. You are finally free. You can fly as high as you want and no one can bring you down. Eventually you will come down on your own or maybe you never will. I won’t fly down to the life I once had, I figure I’ll start a new life where you are only a minor detail.

Fuck it. Fuck it all. It never mattered to you and it no longer matters to me. We are different people, in different planets, in different universes. People are replaceable and you are not a one-of-a-kind.