Do you miss the person? Or do you miss the feeling?
Do you miss the events? Or what your brain imagines the events were?
Do you miss the life you had? Or the life you wish it was?
Clouded judgement, unfocused faces, and meaningless words. All unappreciated at one time. The focus of one’s thoughts at this exact moment. Peculiar.
Last night, outta the blue Driftin’ off to the evening news She said, “Honey, what would you do If you’d have never met me”
First off, I doubt you still read these. Part of me wishes you don’t. Part of me wishes you do.
But, yesterday I had a strange thing happen. I was cleaning up my room, and noticed a box I hadn’t noticed in awhile. I guess it kinda surprised me. It’s pretty much filled with random stuff, that most would see as junk. I see it all as memories. The main thing in it though, are letters. I read one of them. One from my birthday. It’s funny just how much things have changed since then. The words on those pages, I thought would always hold true. Part of me wishes I was right.
It’s really quite funny how some things just trigger memories.
All it takes is one brick to start.
“You don’t try to build a wall. You don’t set out and say ‘I’m gonna build the biggest, baddest, greatest wall that has ever been built’. You say ‘I’m going to lay this brick as perfectly as a brick can be laid’. You do this every single day, and soon you have a wall.” - Will Smith
What’s stopping me?
The opportunity is there. All signs point in one direction. Yet, I hesitate. Is it fear? Perhaps I am just not ready. Perhaps I am just waiting for a moment, when I know for sure it is time.
Pride is a silly thing.
Right now pride is the only thing keeping me from telling you “I miss you”, even after all this time.
The more I move on, the more I realize what I lost.
Oh man… willpower at an all time low.
Gotta keep trucking along.