Goodbye; it was nice to know you
Looking through my old blog posts (the ones I've decided to keep) and scrolling down my Facebook timeline (as I debate whether to delete my account or not), I saw interactions with people I no longer interact with, either by choice or by chance.
I didn't even know then that that would be the last time I'd be interacting with them or posting about being with them.
It makes me feel sad, actually, how people come into your life and make you happy, and then you somehow hurt each other, and then all you have left is evidence that at one point in life, it was good between the two of you.
Still, it is what it is. I have these happy memories that don't make a monster out of me and a monster out of you.
I didn't even know then that that would be the last time I'd be interacting with them or posting about being with them.
It makes me feel sad, actually, how people come into your life and make you happy, and then you somehow hurt each other, and then all you have left is evidence that at one point in life, it was good between the two of you.
Still, it is what it is. I have these happy memories that don't make a monster out of me and a monster out of you.