I was meant for greatness but the story was never written. I was that doctor who cured a broken heart and/or that incurable disease. My name was written on the newest invention that changed the world only to never have been made. I was meant to be that person who brought people together that today are miles apart. Most importantly I was that one person who would have always been there for Y-O-U yet you decided I was not to be. Life ended before I had a chance to prove myself because you thought you weren’t ready at that “point” and now we’re all worse if due to it.