There's only one person who I can really credit to teaching me how to grow up, how to get over my melodramatic self, how to really shut up. I wish I talked to them more, but sadly, that's the way of life. I miss them. It's been years, YEARS, and yet...they changed me in such a profound way that memories of them can still bring tears to my eyes, still make my throat close in. Recently, I've been forced to think of them a lot and it's just surprising to see how the effect is still there. Maybe my feelings towards them have changed, but I will always remember what they did to me and for me. And also what I did to them. I owe them a lot of my life experience. I thank them. I really do.
I don't think there are many of us who can say they've been truly affected by just one person. Obviously, parents play an important part in shaping us, but still. Just another person, not even close to your family, can change you into someone you don't even recognize, whether that be for the worse or the better. I think that person changed me for the better. I went through a lot of unnecessary pain, but I got stronger because of it. Of course, I got more cynical, but hey. I also know that I also did a lot of the hurting. It's strange to look back on things and see how different and stupid you were back then. Yet, how else is one supposed to grow? I'm glad I know a little better, though truth be told, I'm still a complete mess in general haha. In a few years I'll be looking back on present me and thinking, "What an idiot!" Ah, well. Ain't that life for ya?

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