I sit here sometimes and look at my calendar. Dates I had marked ages ago for specific things, or people. Dates that meant something at some stage, to more than just me. But time, and people, move on.. change is inevitable,and in some places, required. I am, by all accounts, a catalyst for such change. I meet people, talk and spend time with them.. effect some kind of change.. and then, they move on. And I'm left with dates on a calendar that don't mean much anymore, to anyone but me.
Very few people that I have met, stay. Be that IRL, or Online.. it's like I become some.. dirty little secret that now the change has happened, needs to