memories come to be in waves. lots of them, bittersweet ones, mostly. what's the point about thinking about sad ones right? memories of what i had and lost and memories of what once made me so happy. if i could turn back the clock, i'd not change one thing. years and years of trying to find happiness have actually brought lots of them to me. perhaps there has been potholes along the way but hey, there never has been a road that has been smooth right?
love, i've had plenty. sweet words, i've heard them. it's sufficient. i am thankful that i had it all. i am in a rut but underneath it all, i had them. before.
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