I can remember now. I remember when things were good, because things are good again. I am not sad for the things I have lost, because they were never really mine to have. It's weird to know that someone who was once my whole world is now a stranger, but part of me believes that it was meant to be this way. People come into your life, shake it all up and make you different, no better no worse, just different; more lived in. Sometimes when I'm tired of being happy for life, and loving everything that's new and when I've realized I'm done being just angry and sad, I feel you and I miss you just a little bit but then it vanishes. We're better now as strangers, even if it makes me really sad sometimes.
