I'll break it down for you.
I'm finally admitting
the truth. I miss my
past. I remember
friends and I staying up
until four in the morning
spilling
our hearts out to each other. I remember that
night precisely.
We became best friends that
night. I
remember being so
naive, thinking I could be in love already. Falling for
someone
who didn't love me, but loved to lead me
on. I remember
memories from 3 years back.
I remember the good times
and the
bad. It's
strange how the good times make me
feel like something
is missing now
that things are
different, and looking
back on the bad things made
me
realize they helped me become who I am
today.
I can't
quite imagine everything anymore,
because the memories
slowly fade away. I'll
eventually forget them. Because that's
just life,
and the thing about life is no
matter how much
change, how many
things are different now,
no matter
how many memories, how many
regrets, no matter
what,
Life goes on.