The theme of my life has been “loss”. Various stages have provided various versions, but in the end it leaves me feeling the same, lost and alone. We all know that feeling. But I hate when it happens when you least expect it. Where you hide your heart, withhold your feelings, and last minute – before they leave – you find out they felt the same. But circumstances are in effect, and sometimes it’s just easier to pretend it didn’t happen. It still hurts just as much as if something did happen, because feelings and emotions are still involved. I feel better equipped to deal with them now, but honestly, I’m wondering if the pain is truly worth the path.