I wore that set day in and day out, stylish in name only. Before transmog came along, I was always on guard against accidentally getting sliced by some mysterious sharp thing on my own shoulder.
Sometimes I'd wake up and discover that Hogger had become a great king, Gamon a tough guy, and even Thrall had gone with the wind and put on cloth armor.
Sometimes I'd wake up and find that, for some reason, Warriors seemed weaker than they'd been the day before.
Your screen was twice as wide, your memory eight times as large, and your CPU was faster by who knew how many times, yet you logged in less and less with every passing day.
The C key stayed ironclad, while the O key kept changing; idle cooldowns dragged on week after week.
The carved railings and jade steps should still be there, but the people were gone and their faces had changed.
Then one day, you suddenly left just like that, and never came back.
I knew everyone was born alone; it was just that some people seemed a little lonelier than others.
I watched countless passersby quietly arrive and quietly leave, then turned around and forgot most of their faces.
On this boundless planet, I searched for others, and for another self who resembled you.
I kept talking to myself, trying to find the faintest traces of happiness in the past.
I wandered again and again among the longings buried deep in my memories, with nowhere to go. Sometimes I thought of you when I felt helpless; sometimes thinking of you only made me feel more helpless.
I didn't know where you were going, but I wanted you to know.
I wanted you to know that Ashenvale's scenery had faded and its beauty grown old, but the stars still shone.
I wanted you to know that the Horde had welcomed the pandaren, the big shots had entered the raid, and the favored son's position was no longer secure.
I wanted you to know that Warcraft had returned to Outland, and even us poor mercenaries of a thousand years had gained a territory of our own—a Garrison.
I wanted you to know that holding on to the happiness right in front of you was sometimes more important than chasing some distant dignity.
I wanted you to know that the years passed in the blink of an eye. You and I might no longer be who we once were, but whenever we were together, we would always be the people we were back then.