I woke up in the morning missing the ways she made me feel. The ways they all made me feel. Not their cold, selfish, difficult personalities, but the small things they did; their smiles, laughs, sarcasm, kisses, etc. Pictures truly do provide 1,000 words which makes a trip down memory lane even more difficult. Because staring at those pictures you don’t just see that person you once desired but you see the memory and the moment and you yearn for one thing: That you can experience that rare, great thing one more time. And that’s why you miss people. You realize you will not get to have those moments again because they are so unreachable. And that’s why I have reached, and reached, and reached way too far in the past you capture the unreachable. Yes, it may have led me to joy and contemplation with my life but through the process I scarred myself and those around me. And her. Was it all a mistake? I don’t think so, but the way these girls act and who they are lately makes me want to force myself to believe it was. That they were just another mistake. Another series of memories and moments and feelings that go *poof* and vanish with time. That’s reality. And if they are to say they were more than that, they are hypocrites. Because I am the same exact thing to them. Something vanished. Someone gone.
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