The past pains me so. Yet, I feel a dazzling fondness for that which has passed. The blue of our lives is somewhere of our making, so cling tightly to it. The past of one's youth will always be there. Thank you for being immature with me.
I'm doing alright, for once. Look at me go, right? Maybe I'll make it somewhere. I'll miss some of the people who left me behind, or that were left behind on my journey. A bit of my blue lies with them, a bit of theirs with me, in the memories we share. I will cherish that, forevermore. I am grateful for this life, and all I have gotten to love. Thank you, my many loves, platonic, romantic, or somewhere between. Life is wonderful!
