Growing up is never easy. You hold on to things that were. You wonder what's to come. But that night, I think we knew it was time to let go of what had been, and look ahead to what would be. Other days. New days. Days to come. The thing is, we didn't have to hate each other for getting older. We just had to forgive ourselves for growing up.
YOU ARE READING
At the end of the day all we have is memories
PoetryIf I can help someone with my writing then that's what I'll do I'll keep on writing
