I blinked and I was grown up. I closed my eyes desperately, maybe if I closed them long enough it would reverse, and I would be back. But I can't, why is time linear? Everything I took for granted, all the laughs I laughed, all the smiles I smiled, all the tears I cried, all the people I met, and all the people I forgot; all the moments that became memories in the blink of an eye.
I seem to always find myself longing for the past, I can't move on. It's as though all of my memories have a rose coloured lens, remembering the good and suppressing the unpleasant. I don't think I was happier. Was I? For whatever reason I still can't move on, no matter how good the present may be, I long for a different time, the comfort in something that already happened, the thought I could've done things differently, though I would've done them just the same. So many happy moments I could go back to, problems I could prevent, no. Scratch that. Nothing would change, but a girl can dream, right?
