Of course there were others, here and there. I even decided on removing a few, simply because there would have been too many nothings to write something. There just wasn't enough memory or emotion, or lack thereof, to include them in. There have been some that I chose not to write about. There have been some, included, that probably wouldn't have made it. But, for some reason, they have. There's no erasing the history you share with someone, whether it be painful, joyous, flirtatious, distanced, or none of the above. Sometimes I think about people that have made me the way I am. This all started because I randomly started writing: a way I have noticed I express myself greatly. This may not be the only way I choose to express myself, but this is a way I have found myself become fond of over the years. I can't imagine what lies ahead for me. I can only plan and think of how much my life changes during the events I face and walk through. All of the names I pulled and compiled have not been set in order of importance or age brackets, or anything of the sort. The only thing that made me include these males was the thing making me speak to you now: my hands controlled by my ever-thinking brain. This last chapter, that waits ahead, is dedicated to my one true love. There may be others who I care about, but it will always be you: whoever you are. ♾
