Nostalgia

Nostalgia

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nos·tal·gia/näˈstaljə/ Noun: 1.A sentimental longing for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations. -- They say you can only move on from the past by letting it go, and from then on it shouldn't matter anymore... right? Because I could honestly say that I let it go. I was so sure of it. Never even imagined that I would long for some of those moments. What I could not understand was why was the past confronting me? Now. At this very moment. The moment that would take my life in a direction I had rightfully earned. I deserved happiness, and I finally got it. I would do whatever it takes to keep it. Call me selfish, but after being selfless for so long it was MY turn to be selfish. Hell I deserved that too. Being selfless is part of the reason why I am where I am... and he seemed to be the root of it all. *this fan fiction was previously published on tumblr by myself*
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