It's strange. At one point in time you will curse and fear those who have wronged you. But as you age, you leave behind who you once were and think "I miss that. Even if I do not want it back, I miss it."
It is a strange thing. Should I pursue thus? Even with my father, looking past his own religion, to accept /me/. It is touching. But do I dare, do I even want, to touch stagnant waters? I think not. A piece of life, to live and let live, but most important, to let it go. For it is not you, nor what you want to be.
Just what was.
