her name is nostalgia
I think I need the care of a woman right now.
Its an odd sentence to write.
I'm being reminded of what not to say.
And I remembered that there will be a million things left unsaid, a million actions left undone.
That may be the saddest thing of all.
So today I met up with nostalgia again. In my mind were the memories of all the women I shared a deep connection with. I gave them all serious thought and how it is that I never talk to any of them at all.
They all became.. memories. Some of them really beautiful, really helpful. Others painful, confusing.
And so I'm in the process of making another memory. Another beautiful, painful memory. I'll store it away until a day like today.
I miss my old friends.
Its an odd sentence to write.
I'm being reminded of what not to say.
And I remembered that there will be a million things left unsaid, a million actions left undone.
That may be the saddest thing of all.
So today I met up with nostalgia again. In my mind were the memories of all the women I shared a deep connection with. I gave them all serious thought and how it is that I never talk to any of them at all.
They all became.. memories. Some of them really beautiful, really helpful. Others painful, confusing.
And so I'm in the process of making another memory. Another beautiful, painful memory. I'll store it away until a day like today.
I miss my old friends.