Sometimes I miss it a lot. The past. The people we have left behind. Sometimes that feeling hits me. Nostalgia. A familiar face. A familiar scent. Flitting memories, that we have pushed away, tried to forget. They come back to us, at odd hours. At 4 in the morning, when we should be sleeping.
And for a moment, a wistful feeling steals over you. For that time, that place, that person. The familiarity.
But only briefly. And then it is gone, replaced with the present. The here and now. The future.
Because the future stretches out, bright, and clear. And the past- it is no more.
Sometimes I miss it. But then I look back over this past year, and I remember how far I have come. I look forward towards the future, and I feel optimistic. There is so much that I have accomplished, and so much more that I still want to do. There are so many good people in my life, and so many more that I can't wait to meet.
And the places we have been and the people we have left behind- it doesn't exist anymore. A small smile plays at your lips, and your heart is light. Everything is okay, the world is silent, and it really is time to go to bed.
4 AM- we have got to stop meeting like this. Too much time to think is never a good thing.
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