''Here you are. Standing in front of me. And you're saying these things. And I'm listening to them. But its not making any sense. What you're saying...I can't understand any of it. I can't follow. I can't...I cannot deal with this right now.'' I said.
''What I'm saying? Its very simple. Come back. Return. Forget all the stuff that happened. You did some things...they weren't right for you. Forget about it, just come back.'' Past said, crossing her arms.
''Exactly, that! Right there! I can't do it...I can't go back. Not possible.'' I replied.
''Why? You were fine, you were happy. Things were looking good for you. And now, you're this miserable wreck of a nothing!'' she yelled.
''I am NOT a miserable wreck of a nothing. This is something I chose to do, and I'm happy.'' I said, trying to breathe.
''Yeah, that would be very convincing if you weren't weeping buckets.'' Past snapped back.
''I'm upset. I'm allowed to weep buckets.'' I sniffed.
''You need to come back.'' Past said decisively.
''I need to go. I'm sorry, I've made my decision. And I'm sticking by it. I'm happy. You think I'm not, but in my own weird way I am. I don't care if you can't accept that or be happy about it.'' I said, starting to pack up my things.
''Oh well, I tried my best. Tried to make you see sense. Tried to salvage your life, or rather whatever is left of it.'' she said, watching me pack.
''My life is good, its fine, and I like it. That is what counts. I was happy, I know, when I was with you. Things were easier and better. But I don't care. You know why? Because its in the past! And the past is not my life any more.'' I said. I was finished. My things were ready, I got up to leave.
''So what? You're saying that now you're too good for me? After all the years of...'' she broke into tears.
''I'm sorry,'' I said, touching her face, ''I miss you, and I think of you a lot, but I have to move on. And you have to let me.''
Past nodded through her tears, and gave me one last long look before she turned around and disappeared.

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