After asking myself, the universe and the great unknown, "Why? Why am I like this? Why do I remember the ones who do not deserve to be remembered? Why am I able to keep them in my heart, always?" I opened my heart out to someone who's done the same for me. It wasn't easy, as almost everything I've felt and done for seven years -- seven difficult years -- was deeply and heavily buried in my mind and heart. I then realized that I wasn't capable of forgetting people. I wasn't meant to leave them in the past. What I can do now, is to simply move - forward, sideways, but never backwards. I realized that I am only able to be much kinder and more genuine, to expect nothing from those whom I carry with me in my heart - and that is okay.