Longing for the old days seems to be a theme I keep replaying over and over in my head. A simpler time where I was free of responsibility and devoid of this lonely feeling. I am surrounded by people I truly do care about and without their companionship I don’t know what I would have done. But even with their ears open to my words, it just doesn’t feel the same way.

Change is truly a spiteful process. It tears you apart in so many ways you don’t even know but in the long run it helps build you back up. When those feelings of longing for old times hit you sometimes all you can do is push through the tears. Push through this feeling because this is what change is supposed to look like, at least that is what you have been told.

I am no stranger to solitude, it is an old friend. But, for reasons beyond me, it seems to be harder this time around. Maybe because this time I have the memories to remind of what good times were like. I would give up so much to go back and relive those moments, but alas time is a linear maiden and it can only go forward. Nostalgia is washing over me as I type.

Eventually I will come to accept my new reality. But until then, these memories will always hold a special place for me.

~I wish there was a way to know you’re in the good old days when you’re actually in them~