Et tu brute

I have loved and loved with my whole heart. My talks of being apprehensive couldn't stop the chemicals in my head to create that heady concoction of emotions.

I had been asked to change and I happily relented, because I always did. But like I always, I realized that the same people who wanted me to change would not give up that one inch of ground on which they stand so precariously for that last sense of freedom.

And like always I cribbed and ranted only to find that I have become the proverbial worm in the apple.

Then why should I let my heart beat with passion, why should I be worried about the present if the future is so warped in strokes of grey?

I don't understand what they tell me. I just know that I have loved. But this lesson has been the last nail in the coffin. And even the body in it will change over time.

As an afterthought. If people can change after death, its ok if they change before it.