I've noticed you never held on. Or even tried to. Because you wanted to be pryed away, you couldn't stop thinking about her.

You were still the same in my dream, as you are (or were, I guess) in real life. Your mannerisms are re-enacted perfectly. And you were scared, intimidated, yet drawn to me at the same time. But your feet where planted, you stood stationed where you where. Driven back, pulled forward, the forces cancelled out. A battle within you; you were sulking, trying for indifference, but you couldn't filter out the look of indescision.

You, there are two yous. I'm not taking about a personality conflict. I'm talking about two different people, Braden and Benson. Different identities, same actions and decisions. Same reasons. A shared conflict. So different, but otherwise completely the same.
I've let go. I have no regrets, and I refuse to repeat the past.