When the present becomes the past
September 20th, 2009 | Published in Personal
Looking at a picture of you, I realize you are now part of my past. I wished it for so long, I didn’t actually think it would happen. But it did. And now I’m free. I look at you with sweetness in my eyes. It’s so much healthier. I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again, but if I do, I know we can finally start it all.