I missed you. I still do. Not just you, but me. I missed it all. I spent months thinking about it. Imagining what I needed to do to bring it back.
And then I got slapped in the face. A car dropped on top of me. A train ran me over. All at once. Because no matter how much I want the past to become the present, it can’t.
What we were is no longer what we are, and it’ll never be ever again. No one can go back. That thing you want to happen again because you liked it so much… it’s gone. Forever.
But it’s okay. Because the best is up ahead. It has to be. What’s in the rear view mirror is going the opposite way. And that’s okay.
Back to myself 