I thought I knew everything. I was content with my feelings and my knowledge. But, I was wrong. I only knew the half of it, the teeniest part. Because what I know now has destroyed my understanding of the past. It has destroyed my understanding of you. Perhaps, it is something to mend from, that is what my heart suggests anyway. My mind speaks otherwise, it knows of my youth and is urging embarkment of something new. The answer appears easy, but the question never seemed more complex. You are nothing to me now, but it was the future that I sought hopes for. This imminent life that was once clear and simple is now hazy and inexplicit. It has reminded me of our imperfections that this world has taken upon itself to fill us with.