Irreconcilable, they say.

You never realize the weight of your words and actions until years later you witness through tales of the past of how the scars still remain.

You never realize how much love one is yearning for until you hear the silent whimpering and see the burrowing tracks that have branded itself upon the cheeks, preparing for the torrent of liquid acid.

No. No. No. No one realizes the extent of their power or the perennial mistakes of their youth. Not even I.