I do believe in ghosts.
In any class involving aging, you learn that it's all about gains and losses. We gain knowledge, experience, wisdom... All the things we lose can contribute to these. The losses I've experienced thus far have taken the form of memories, as they do. I remember people -- laughing with them, crying with them. Even bad memories are sometimes comforting. Bad isn't really the word...neither is comfort.
Anyway, I remember people, and I remember places -- places that were home to me -- but mostly, I remember moments. They were moments like the ones you see in movies -- montages of pictures that depict characters looking back on their own personal gains and losses. It often takes solitude and sweet sadness (the best kind of sadness, I think) for me to look back on my moments in that way, and in those times I don't just remember them, but I feel them, perhaps even more strongly than when they were actually occurring. You know...hindsight.
I've realized...the people that taught me about friendship and life and fun and forever, and the places that used to be home...they're all around me, everywhere, always. I don't know for sure whether or not they're welcome. All I know is they're here. They haunt me.