We grow and move on. Those of our pasts are like haunting shadows who shape and create the persons we are today. Relationships form and, almost always, they will die. Even though the shadows of our past do not disappear in their entirety, being the shadows standing behind us as they are, we forget about them. Some people don't like change. This may be because they are afraid of it, or because they cannot adapt to that which has changed. I am one of those people. I fear change, for I fear being forgotten. The joyous relationships I once shared with people I have called friends have all but dried up like a puddle on a scorching summer's day. For the very few who have forgiven the mistakes I have made, listened to my whines, and been there for me when I needed someone most, I appreciate you all. I apologize to those who I have harmed in any way, and sadly cannot give the time wasted on me back to you. However you have all grown and moved on, while I sit sullenly forgotten, having what I fear the most happen. There is but one thing that should be said to this. As the the death knights who freed themselves from the Lich King's cold, remorseless grasp have said: We press on. Yes, I just geeked out a little bit. But this saying is true. We press on. Through the cold darkness we are thrust into by some unknown force's cold controlling hand, we will press on. Perhaps the light will be revealed at some point. I cling to those who have not forgotten me, and I call them my light.