A year ago
Just a year ago, I was in a really happy place. I thought that everything was good, I met most of the people I felt were like a really large family to me with the person I felt closer to. Well, turns out that things can change a lot in just a single year, people that I felt were close are now far away from me, and I finally think I accepted it. It wasn’t easy, at all, that’s for sure.
Now I’m seeing things that remember me of last year, and how I was feeling, what I was thinking. Waking up early, spending the day out, going back home while falling asleep on a shoulder that I once was so familiar with, but now it’s the one of a stranger. At least I suppose it’s still a stranger, seeing how far it still is.
Just a couple months ago, thinking of this was really bad, and I think that it was the worst feeling in the world to me. Now I think I’ve finally accepted it, moving forward, but not completely. I feel like I shouldn’t completely move away from where I was just a year ago, seeing how it lead me to who I am today, and to finally accepting that not everyone can share a feeling the same way you do.
