We humans have a lot of potential.
Thing is, we don't seem to realize that.
Or if we do, we're too lazy to put it to use.
There's so much we could accomplish, if we simply try.
Oh well, not my problem.
I have other, far more important things to worry about at the moment.
Memories.
I'm smiling, rocking back and forth on the cliff above the shore.
I must look insane.
Oh well, its not like it matters.
Nothing has really seemed to matter all that much lately.
Not since he left me.
Now I growl, throwing a rock into the bay, and some subconscious instinct of mine tries to submerge the strong feeling. Brutally, I push it back down.
He had no right.
/no right/.
How could he just /leave me here? /
After everything we did, everything we became...
It was wonderful…
Now I want that feeling back.
But I can't have it...
And I can't go back to just being like I used to, either.
He took that away as well…
He broke my shell, and gave me a taste of the things that lied beyond my limited view of 'life'.
Tempted me.
Then broke me, at my most vulnerable moment.
He had no right.
Duo.
Why did you even show me this world, if you weren't going to be here with me?
Romeo was wrong.
I want to forget.
Just go back to what I used to.
And forget the memories.
Forget that smile, and those eyes, and those nights of passion, ending with me resting in your embrace.
Just take them all away.
But no.
I realized too late.
And now I'm stuck here, and I can't get out.
All these goddamned memories…memories…
Memories are the most dangerous thing on earth.
No.
I take that back.
Memories are the second most dangerous thing on earth,
There's something far more powerful.
Love.
I suppose I should explain myself.
Oh, and Quartre… if you're reading this, don't come looking for me.
You won't find me, I assure you.
For anyone else…
I hope you learn something.
Thing is, we don't seem to realize that.
Or if we do, we're too lazy to put it to use.
There's so much we could accomplish, if we simply try.
Oh well, not my problem.
I have other, far more important things to worry about at the moment.
Memories.
I'm smiling, rocking back and forth on the cliff above the shore.
I must look insane.
Oh well, its not like it matters.
Nothing has really seemed to matter all that much lately.
Not since he left me.
Now I growl, throwing a rock into the bay, and some subconscious instinct of mine tries to submerge the strong feeling. Brutally, I push it back down.
He had no right.
/no right/.
How could he just /leave me here? /
After everything we did, everything we became...
It was wonderful…
Now I want that feeling back.
But I can't have it...
And I can't go back to just being like I used to, either.
He took that away as well…
He broke my shell, and gave me a taste of the things that lied beyond my limited view of 'life'.
Tempted me.
Then broke me, at my most vulnerable moment.
He had no right.
Duo.
Why did you even show me this world, if you weren't going to be here with me?
Romeo was wrong.
I want to forget.
Just go back to what I used to.
And forget the memories.
Forget that smile, and those eyes, and those nights of passion, ending with me resting in your embrace.
Just take them all away.
But no.
I realized too late.
And now I'm stuck here, and I can't get out.
All these goddamned memories…memories…
Memories are the most dangerous thing on earth.
No.
I take that back.
Memories are the second most dangerous thing on earth,
There's something far more powerful.
Love.
I suppose I should explain myself.
Oh, and Quartre… if you're reading this, don't come looking for me.
You won't find me, I assure you.
For anyone else…
I hope you learn something.