The couple sat on the top of the hill, illuminated by the shine of the full moon.
"It's hard to talk to you. You never get what I mean right", said the guy.
"I'm sorry", said the girl.
He sighed.
"No, it's not your fault. I guess we've just grown too different across the years. When you came after me, I guess you expected to find a very different person. We parted ways so long ago that I guess your memories of me became foggier and more idealized than reality. Or perhaps I just became shittier with time. You're just starting college and having plenty of cool activities and new experiences; I'm finishing college and am mostly full of it. You're so politically engaged and enthusiastic; I'm a disillusioned anarchist who has lost his faith in mankind's ability to manage itself without government but not his belief that anything else is unacceptable. Most of what I do is uninteresting or unintelligible to anyone outside my specialties. You missed me and came after me; I left you and many others in the past and had no interest in going back."
She remained silent. He kept the silence for a quarter of a minute.
"I'm really sorry", he said. And firming one foot on the ground, he leaped up into the dark sky.
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