Memories...
Looking back at old pictures...I can't help but cry. I cry for the happy times and the sad times. Every memory, every laugh, every tear. It all has substantial meaning. The words WHAT IF don't even run through my mind. Gone are the "What if I had decided to stay with him?" "What if I should have gone to the movies with them instead of hanging out with him?" Our lives are defined not by the moments but by the people in them. I have loved and lost and I know that one day I will love again...and yes I will lose again. No more rushing things, at this point we need to slow down and take everyday as a brand new one. A new beginning. To right the wrongs, and create memories! Memories of making a fool of yourself, while your dearest friend looks on and laugh. Memories of the people you care the most about. People have come and gone, and I will miss them. Now I have people whom I would not know if someone hadn't left. I thank them! Not for causing me heart-ache, and turmoil but because they left me, making me a stronger person.