“The Past: Our cradle, not our prison; there is danger as well as appeal in its glamor. The past is for inspiration, not imitation, for continuation, not repetition.” – Israel Zangwill
It’s been just over a year.
I’ve made my mistakes.
I’ve paid the price for wanting this.
I’ve patched up this broken heart and learned to close myself off once more.
And despite all the distractions, all the advice and all the alcohol, God knows I would gladly do it all over again.
Not for the exhilaration of falling in love, or even the addiction to the pain, the exquisite pain.
But all for those many little moments when you were able to make me smile, make me laugh, and, in a way, make me feel safe.