- Sometimes I think about people I used to know...and I wish for a moment, we could set aside the differences that led to us parting ways...and just have fun like we used to. We had good times, didn't we? I remember them. Some days more than others, but I remember.
What happens that causes two people who love being around each other to two people who don't even talk, or look at each other? When does the bad begin to outweigh the good? What causes that slow decline?
And it is slow, despite how sudden it can feel.
I know it can be argued that it comes from getting to know the person better. People aren't always what you believed they were, but I don't think that's it. At least not wholly.
I also know that time tends to blur the rough edges of the past. People tend to idealize even the smallest happiness, minimize the bad.
But we really used to laugh, didn't we?
Making shadow puppets on the wall on rainy nights. Laughing until we couldn't see straight talking about our inside jokes. Falling asleep hand in hand. Staying up all night just telling our stories, our histories, our lives. Really truly believing that we were going to change the world together.
How can such good things turn into the disasters we became?
Can't you remember the good times too?
Disclaimer: For anyone curious, no I was not referencing a single person in this, but many. Friends, lovers, significant others...people who came into my life, brought me joy, and brought me pain. Just people...people who I once cared about, and who once cared about me. I'm simply remembering them. <3
