I keep having dreams of blinding lights and noise, and every time it feels like I'm back on stage. It's odd, how distorted that image of glory and liberty has become, tainted by the memories of...
Somone lost (to me).
I can't bring myself to miss Alex, not after all the time that has passed; 3 years feels like forever ago. I'm a different person, almost completely.
(I like to think I'm a better person. More secure, sure of myself, not so easily manipulated. Not naïve. Not desperate.)
