For many of us, there are those in our lives that we don’t speak of. People we left behind for whatever reason. It’s a strange path to walk, and they become a weight that you pull along the whole time, without ever noticing. We try to cut them and all that they were to us out of our lives and move on, but you’ll never be ready for the day the past confronts you, the day that person returns, or the day you realise the truth was not what you thought, should the day ever come. This is my story.